Mc X Monika Novels & Stories

Chapter: 11 ****** "You know you could do better than walking behind me all the time." Lord Xrysos's voice broke into Damon's line of thoughts. Damon chanced a glance at his Master and saw Xrysos speaking to one of the Lord of the House Of Sells. Lord Linus.

Here this pathetic monk was negotiating with the cruel monstera. "You do know that that you are speaking to a monstera, correct?" She was the female version of a monster. Poor Maddox, his life is surrounded by female enemies...one after another they could not let him live in peace. This pretty much synopsizes what goes around come around. "Sasha! Can we have lunch please?" Katia clapped three times and the woman in the headscarf gave nod. "And no garlic in the soup..." she spoke in a pure French accent.

She said, smiling shyly. "Makaila.... Wow!...." I was literally speechless. She giggled. "A bad wow or good wow?" She smirked. "Neither. Good can not be used to compare how you look right now, Makaila. You look so Amazing." I smiled. She smiled back at me. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself." She brushed her fingers on the arm of my arm and I swear that single touch did things to me. Wonderful things. "Alright. Let's take a group picture." Monica said. I took Makaila's hands and went to stay beside Nigel and Rita and we took several shots. And soon we were on the road.

Xander clicks the follow button and then likes the picture. He then says, “So we’ve already covered that Monroe is hot as fuck, but can talk about how good Maddy and Charlie looked yesterday?” Jason nods and says, “Yeah, 100%. I didn’t even know who Charlie was and had completely written Maddy off, but seeing them last night, I think Mackenzie should be worried.” I pull out my phone and open insta and Xander smirks at me and says, “monroexthorn.” I nod and type it in and follow her. My phone pings with a text from my mother.

"Xavi ? " " Mama ." ©#KCMmuoe

Nik ran a hand through her short hair that was now dripping with sweat. “Nice job, Scotts.” The coach patted her head as she walked to the stone benches to the side of the basketball court that was closer to where we were standing. “Wait…she looks familiar.” Sagar said in a hushed tone. “Isn’t that the girl you often have lunch with?” “Yes,” I nodded. “Her name is Monika Scotts. She’s a friend of me and Debby’s.” “Wow.” Sagar let out a low whistle. “She’s kinda hot.”

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.

Months had passed since the trial, and Emiliana had finally started to feel a sense of normalcy in her life again. She had enrolled in college and was studying to become a nurse, something she had always dreamed of. On this particular day, Emiliana was sitting in the college library, studying for an upcoming exam. She had her headphones in, listening to classical music, when she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Hey there, nurse-to-be," Jace said, grinning at her.

she pressed further. I took another breath, trying to keep my cool. But if I let this go, it would only get worse. I wasn’t about to stand by and let her do whatever she wanted. This girl left me with no choice. "Listen, I may be the beta's daughter, but that doesn’t define me. I’ve trained hard, and I won’t let you belittle me because of my lineage. I’m more than just my father’s name." I stepped closer, meeting her gaze head-on. "If you think you can take me down with words, think again. I won’t be your punching bag."

“But I know you.” His heartbeat spiked. Her gaze stayed soft. Neutral. Like this was nothing more than coincidence. “Lina,” she said, offering no hand. “Third year. Studio elective. Close to… people you’ve been looking at.” “I haven’t been—” “You have,” she said. “But it’s okay. They’re easy to look at. The trick is getting them to stop looking back.” He stared at her. “Relax,” she said. “I’m not going to accuse you of anything.”