Marilyn Monroe Daughter Novels & Stories

Kevin laughed. “I never knew you were a Monroe though. Fascinating,” he muttered, furrowing his brows. I sighed. “Not everyone knows but they're about to,” I smiled. He nodded, still staring at me. ”Those eyes.” When people hear I'm the Monroes' first daughter, they look at me with a kind of glint and say “You look like her.” I loved my mother and I know I look like her but still. I think I've heard enough repetition.

he asked, his voice firm. "Well, I'm Mabel Mark, my family runs entrepreneurial businesses," she said, her voice clear. "Mark? That name sounds familiar," he said, his voice laced with curiosity. "Mark Jones," she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, and Shawn's eyes snapped to hers. "You are Jones' daughter?" he asked surprisedly. "His third daughter, actually," she said, her voice clear. She turned relaxed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know my father?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"You still haven't told me what the occassion is. Going to a secret spy event'' She slapped my hand. ''You watch way too many spy movies. I am simply just going out." "Going out?" I raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across my face. "Ouuuu. Don't tell me my house mother has a hot date. Who's the lucky guy? Did you tell him that you have an overprotective son that he has to answer to?" She smiled at the word 'son', her eyes softening as they met mine. Marilyn had no children of her own. Her husband had died in the war before they could have any and I was the closest thing that she had to a child.

Maybe my father wasn’t entirely wrong about the benefits of this alliance. My parents come over to check in on us, with Marilyn Borran alongside them. Marilyn is almost seventy years old, black, with close-cropped gray hair, a plain suit, and sensible shoes. She’s got a calm and intelligent face. If you were stupid, you might think she’s a friendly grandmother type. In actuality, she’s one of the most powerful people in New York.