Just Monika Novels & Stories

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

Barnett is Alfred’s younger brother and Alfred’s only sibling in the world; as the only daughter of the Morrie family, Monica spends most of her time living in Morrie’s house with her uncle Alfred, while her parents live on the other side of town at a beach house. Monica is 20 years old and studied music at the university; she is a little shorter than Christa; has beautiful long hair and bright blue eyes. She is wearing a pink satin gown that shapes her perfectly. Unusually, Christa could get on well with most people, but not Monica. "Monica, back off. It is none of your business. I see you got to dress up like a princess again. "Christa turns her face, jerking her head in Monica’s direction

“No!” ********

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

She is not someone who thinks her time is worthy enough to worry about all such things. "Where the fuck are you both? Alpha King and Beta of the capital pack!" Linda's voice booms in the back of our heads. The second sentence sounded so sarcastic. In a second I was already getting dressed and Alonso was just running his fingers through his outfit and hair, to make him look a bit presentable. "Monica is here and she demands your presence. Come here once you both are done with your job," she says and I now hear the light hearted tone at the last sentence.

“Fuck you. I’m not playing any games. Unlike you people, I’m doing an honest job. Don’t ever contact me again.” I ended the call and put my head on my desk. Clearly it had something to do with Ricardo Sanguin. After all, he was the only Italian bloke I knew. My phone beeped indicating a text and I read it while my head was still leaning on the edge of my desk and my view was of my office floor.

"You really don't ask for your clothes back, do you?" "Not when they look better on someone else." Heat rose to my cheeks. As I changed, Drake politely stepped onto the balcony, giving me privacy. When I was done, he returned carrying two mugs. "Tea?" I accepted one gratefully. For several minutes, we sat on the edge of the bed without speaking. The quiet was interrupted by the vibration of Drake's phone. He glanced at the screen. His relaxed expression disappeared instantly. "What is it?" I asked. "It's one of my security guys."

The crowd cheered, and the female voice continued, “She will battle with the Vero Warriors from Eastern Axum. Are you ready to fight?” Everyone was shouting and booing her. Malaika only smirked.

Monika leaned on the bars of the glass window of her room, staring at the sunset. She could barely see the training grounds from there. She knew that Alexander was there. She knew Alexander's schedule. She knows everything about Alexander. She knew where he would go. She always knew that Alexander would spare some time for his beloved friend, no matter how busy he was. The news of her best friend's marriage devastated Monika. She knew very well that she would never be a Queen. But she was sad that all the adoration she received was now being given to someone else.

“Get straight to the point, Monica.” “Well, she's here… Clara Mallon, the representative.” I could smell the jealousy that was laced in her voice. It's always like that with the women I fuck. They never want to let go of me even though I always make it clear that I'm not in for anything serious. “Send her in,” I said calmly. As she closed the door behind her, I turned back to look at Mike who looked like he had a bunch of questions to ask. “What?” “What damn representative is Monica talking about???” He sighed. “We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?”