Linda Monroe Novels & Stories

Thank you Jay, thank you for making me the happiest woman on earth" "Yes" "That's so sweet of you ". "Miss Monalisa , I know it might come as a shock to you but try not to freak out " "Okay, what is it? "Miss Monalisa...will you marry me?. "What!!!

Outwardly, she acted sweet and polite, but there was something in her eyes—a coldness. For a moment, I considered telling my assistant to say I wasn’t available. But curiosity got the better of me. What could Dante’s fiancée possibly want from me? “Send her in,” I said reluctantly. Moments later, Linda walked in, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She was dressed impeccably, as always, her hair perfectly styled and her smile practiced. “Adam,” she said warmly, as if we were old friends. “Thank you for seeing me.”

Linda smoothed her dress and flashed her sweetest, practiced smile. She sidled up, her neckline daringly low. "Mr. Canfield, my hero, do I owe you my hand for saving me?" Before she could bat an eyelash, Simon's secretary whisked her away by the collar. Simon slouched in his chair, his voice dripping with boredom. "You think you're in my league?" Linda's face soured. She was not a knockout like Jessica, but she was no slouch in the looks department. How could Simon dismiss her so easily?

Still, the Grove’s energy and ambiance was magnificent. “They host the Academy Awards here,” Mr. Valenzuela told Evelyn as he took his seat at the round table beside her. “The ones with the ‘Oscar’ statues.” Evelyn smiled, nodding. “Lily and I sometimes listen to the radio show broadcast from here.” “Many famous people started their careers and ended them in this room. Joan Crawford, Carole Lombard, and Loretta Young were all discovered here. Bing Crosby began his career crooning to the dancers.”

a nurse at her side asked. "Who else? The new one. Mona," Linda replied curtly. The younger nurse's eyes widened. "Wait—isn't she the girl who saved him? They look awfully close. Are they dating?" The casual remark struck Linda like a slap. She wanted to deny it outright—but then she smiled thinly. "Wouldn't surprise me. With a face and figure like that, you can tell she's not the type who's here to work hard." She sighed in feigned helplessness. "Frank's a young man. How's he supposed to resist someone like her?"

Linda nodded seriously, recalling fragments of memory. The woman had worn a black dress and had a gentle, sophisticated air. She'd offered Linda a drink. She remembered those delicate fingers reaching out, looking especially pale under the glinting glass, and that large blue diamond ring. "Oh, and she had a mole behind her right ear." "She wore a blue diamond ring and had a mole behind her right ear. That's all I can remember," Linda strained to recall more. "I see," Sarah said quietly.

That person might be a candidate or a new talent. "Anna," Jenny called when she saw her. She and the woman walked up to Anna while Anna did the same. They met about five steps later. "This is our new talent. Her name is Linda Lowy. She's a model," she introduced her to Anna. Anna looked at her. Linda had a pretty face with a Latin accent with bright grey eyes, which shone slightly. It was her favorite color. And about her body, it was like a model in general. Tall but not too skinny. Her figure reminded Anna of her best friend, Rebecca.

Linda always found a way to get me out of a funk. Linda told Luther, the bartender, "Let my friend Monica sit behind the bar. Do not let anyone bother her. When am I up, Luther?" "I got your girl Linda. You're up next. Good crowd, they're giving money away." "Good to know. Monica, watch and learn."

~Sara~ Silence. She stares at me for a second. “That’s...” She blinks. “Impossible. Have you seen her interviews since she got out?” She reaches for her pocket and pulls out her phone. “She went through a lot in the hands of that wicked monster.” She holds her phone to my face. I see a video of Linda shedding tears in an interview. I must give it to her. If the Oscars ever decide to give an award for best crocodile tears shedder of the century, she and Lily would be strong contenders.

Linda's gaze remained fixed on the photo, her expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. “Sort of.” Amira's mind raced with questions. What could be the underlying connection between Linda and Karina who was the target? After a prolonged moment of silence, Linda nonchalantly shrugged. “She's Karina Everhardt." Amira's response was flat. "So what?" "She is a renowned actress. My ultimate favorite. I'd be over the moon just to catch a glimpse of her," Linda confessed, her tone dripping with admiration and longing, a sentiment that only fueled Amira's resentment towards Karina.