Mc X Monika Novels & Stories

MONIQUE As Marcus spoke, every word seemed to make its way deeper into my being. His voice was steady and calm, yet each syllable carried purpose. He wanted me in this world. His world, a world not just built on business, but on control, power, and freedom. It wasn’t just about making decisions or calling the shots; it was about owning every choice, shaping every outcome. And, I understood that he wasn’t just offering me a lesson in business. He was offering me a chance to do over my life.

Monica quipped, glaring at Gino and snickering when she caught sight of Cassidy's reddened cheeks, "This one is still mildly innocent. She needs to get use to my sense of humor." "I know you for years, Mono, and even I'm not use to that shit," I snorted, "but seriously, how are you?" Monica's face sobered, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. She let out a shaky breath, jade eyes becoming glassy. When she spoke, it sounded as if something clogged her throat. I felt her pain in my heart and felt the weight of her words on my shoulders, "I'm fine. I mean, I lost my beast because of the constant wolfsbane and silver but I'm still essentially me, right?"

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

Monica looks over to see a towering slender beauty with a domineering look and harsh, almost sharp features to both her face and her dress. She looks like she’s here to kick ass, take names, and spit out our corpses when she’s done with them, without giving a single fuck the entire time. She looks Russian, or something similar. “She is Molly, you are apparently Monica. I am Katarina. We are finalists in this contest.” “Nice to meet you," Monica greets her, still looking at the phone waiting for Julien to make calls. If he heard from his mom that she was in New York. Adding a friendly smile. This is a competition, she knows that, but she is hoping it’s not too ruthless. Molly is suddenly at h

She was blonde, holding a recorder, with a smirk that looked like it had been carved with a scalpel. I recognized her. Monica Vale. The gossip columnist for The daily Star. She was known for destroying marriages for sport. “What did you say?” Alexander asked. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. It was the low rumble of a predator before the strike. Monica didn’t flinch. She pointed her recorder at us.

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Killian waited in the center for them to arrive. Monica sat in her room, not sure what to do. She thought about leaving or even ending her life. HSe couldn't take it anymore. Mainly, because she was an omega and omegas never do what she did. How could she live with herself? She had to tell Crystal she was leaving. She went to get up and go find her when there was a knock on her door. She opened it and was shocked to find Crystal on the other side. "Luna?" "Monica. How are you?"

I made sure I was entirely focused on what I wanted my life to become, if not for anything, for Jane. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and something citrusy, like someone had wiped the place down minutes before I walked in. A standing microphone sat in the center, a keyboard off to the side, and a long mirror stretched across the wall; because apparently, singing wasn’t just about your voice. It was about everything. “Shoes off.” I blinked. “Sorry?” Coach Smith didn’t look up from the notes in his hand. “You heard me. I need you grounded, not performing for the floor.”

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she hastily added. “Why then are you here?” I asked her. “Mark, this is a big city and anyone is welcome,” Mona said. “Like I said, I have been in Toronto all my life and I wanted to change environment. What’s the big deal in that?” She asked. “We can’t be friends, Mona,” I declared firmly. “Is it because of her?” She asked, referring to Alexa. But she didn’t know much about Alexa because I didn’t tell her. “No, it is not,” I answered. “We are not even together,” I blurted out.