Mc X Monika Novels & Stories

There's not much to tell, most of my friendships faded after Adam because I stopped trusting people, but there's Mitchell. Mitchell, he repeated. You've mentioned her before. Yeah, she's been my best friend since high school, stuck with me through all my shit even when I was being impossible. I shifted to look at him. She's an interior designer, brilliant at what she does, funny as hell, and she doesn't take any of my bullshit. She sounds important to you. She is, she's probably the only person besides you who actually knows me and still chooses to be around. Christopher was quiet for a moment and then said, I'd like to meet her.

Monica didn't answer, or rather he ignored Misaki's marriage proposal since he knew very well that this girl was in love with Mitaka and they only knew for few days, even though that there was a possibility of she was really in love with him, he could say that about that matter later since if he answered this joke, he was sure that Mitaka, who was staring at this moment, would flip the table without hesitation. Ritsu looked at Monica who sat beside her in surprise and curiosity. Today she heard that Monica was a monster who got a full score during the entrance exam. She had seen Monica's paper on the school before and she had to admit that it was perfect, however, if it was only that, she wo

Therefore, he continued. “Monica. She is the main lead we have right now. we can ask her.” he stated. I shook my head and told them. “We can’t do this. Monica has been married and went to London. I know this because my parents and her parents are friends. After her marriage, her parents also settled abroad with her brother and his family. So right now, it is next to impossible”. “But we have second lead”. Raunak said. “Who is it,” Karan asked him.

"He has a perverted brain!" "Mr. Dominik is a handsome, wealthy Caucasian, it's normal for his brain to be perverted when Rico is so inappropriate," said Monica, who immediately received a sharp glare from her best friend's dark irises. Monica immediately pursed her lips as she forced a smile at her best friend; she was wrong to have offended the jerk.

Ixora said impatiently. Monique stepped in. "So November...meet Ixora Wealth, Ricardo's junior sis" Monique said and November smirked, wiping her cheeks with her palms. "Are you here to beat me for your brother?, Then what's the meaning of the kiss on my cheeks?, Is it like Judas's kiss?, The kiss before my death?, Are you here to kill me?, Sorry but it's Impossible because I'll.... "Hey Novy, calm down ok?, You didn't even let me finish the introduction, she's his sis but his complete opposite" Monique interrupted and November sighed, looking at Ixora.

Benjamin interrupted her ruthlessly this time. Monica's eyes were dull, like a rag doll, broken and unbearable, without a soul. Her eyes were desolate, and her whole body was icy cold. So, she wasn't even worthy of liking him. She knew she wasn't worthy because she knew she couldn't get him. The last ray of light in her heart dissipated, and she was like death, unable to sense everything outside. Monica was taken away, and the news that Monica was Red Fox, the number one criminal endangering network security, was arrested.

Two days later, the journalist arrived. Her name was Claire Merton. She was in her fifties, with intelligent eyes and a calm, serious demeanor. She worked for a global news network known for long-form, in-depth features, not sensationalism. This was Lorenzo’s choice. We needed credibility, not clicks.

Monika stopped crying when she heard something related to fashion. "How the hell does your voice get that high? Honestly, it's insane." Adom asks, holding his ears. Type and Sam burst out laughing. Alex shrugged, thinking the same exact thing. "Well, because she is a fashion freak and she is really obsessed with your brand. I can't even remember how many times she really screams when she knows about any new release. It's insane," Type told him while Sam nodded. His mate is a crazy fashion freak. "Do you know who designed all those special edition things?" Adom asked Monika with a smirk on his face.

he explains. “The Siberian Jumanji, haha,” Mark interrupts, laughing. Suddenly, Mónica steps out of the bedroom, wearing a knee-length blue silk nightdress. “Guys, I don’t want to be rude, but I have a very important case for tomorrow. Is it okay if I work and you don’t see me until tomorrow, haha?” she apologizes awkwardly. “Don’t worry, it’s fine,” Mark responds without looking up. Mónica smiles and leaves. “Come on, Sam, bring the Everclear you always keep,” Mark advises, voice sweet but disguised as an order.

Marco looked away sharply, muttering curses under his breath while grabbing his cigarettes from the table. Imran finally spoke quietly beside. “He's not completely wrong.” My eyes shifted toward him immediately. The room noticed that too. Imran stayed calm despite it. “People are already nervous after Vinny. If they think I'm influencing decisions–” “You are influencing decisions.” His mouth shut immediately. The room got quieter somehow, because there it was again. Public acknowledgement. Marco laughed bitterly under his breath. “Jesus Christ.” I ignored him. My attention stayed still fixed on Imran instead.