Mc X Monika Novels & Stories

His feet stops in front of the dinning table. I hold my breath, clearly knowing What was going to happen next. "There you are." Xavier's face pops in under the dinning table. "Haaaa." I scream before crawling out of the dinning table. Xavier chuckles, I mean he really chuckled. I stood still in shock. This is the very first time I have heard hum chuckle. He pops an eyebrow at my behaviour. "My turn." Mia appears out of the blues. Xavier runs out of the kitchen before I could blink my eye, and I soon follow.

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.

Monica Vardanovna Kardashian belonged to the category of so-called strong and independent women. And if such epithets used in relation to ladies often contain a fair amount of irony, then speaking of Monika Vardanovna they could be used without a shadow of hidden meaning. At 32, Monica was head of human resources at a car dealership.

“Try to brush it off but it keeps on goin', Covered in scars and I can't help showin', whippin' in..” Post Malone, I let out a chuckle. She stops, and I hear her heart rate pick up. “Whippin' in the foreign and the tears keep blowin'” I finish the verse, Off-key, I am sure. She's quiet, it's quiet, the only sound being the shower running. With a swipe and a squeak, a set of emerald eyes locked onto me from a small cleared spot on the door. “Well Alpha, are you going to continue the concert from the cheap seats or jump in the mosh pit?”

I screamed like a fucking fan boy that I was, heart popping in my eyes as I saw my idol, sitting on a sofa in my boyfriend's brother's office like a fucking superstar that he was. "Hi again." Tyler fucking Hanson smiled, waving his super sexy fingers at me. Oh, bless you Marcelo for calling me here.

Yet, again, the gossipers were all around and all it took was for me to mention it with my family or share it with my Mom for everyone to know it next. … very sweet and lovable Pack life… “Well, at least they can’t say anything else against me for having a Human Mate when the Moon Goddess was the one who picked him up for me,” trying to see a positive thing about this whole mess, I commented without thinking, believing it would just stay inside my head… “NO FREAKING WAY?!” … But, Clarissa's dramatic reaction quickly proved me wrong. “Why haven’t you told it to anyone?! The Alphas?! Your Mother?! Everyone will be beaming in happiness upon hearing this!”

“I am going to need you to help me, not stand against me. You are the one person who can actually help.” For a long moment, Maxine didn’t speak. Then she sat back, folding her hands. “Alright. Tell me what you need.” I looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, saw not just my lawyer, but the only ally I had left. “Everything,” I said quietly. “I need to make this real. I need it to stand. If Xavier tries to shut me down, I want him to find out that I already built something he can’t break.”

I said as I let go of his hand. "Well, I have a good feeling about Alexis. Seems like she knows how to use her brain, unlike that bastard. I'm surprised you came here," Marco replied. "I have no choice," I shrugged. "Didn't he find his son? Why is Alexis taking over?" he asked. "I don't know. Maybe you can just ask Alexis. Let's go inside?" I said. Marco nodded and followed us as we walked inside. The inside was decked with decorations of white and gold. It almost looked like a wedding venue. My eyes spotted Milan so I told Tiago and Leo to stay behind as I approached. His eyes widened when he saw me approaching.

They both gave each other a big hug and started chirping like old friends. “Babe, I’ll do your makeup!” Maya said, snatching the vanity bag from the makeup artist and Mishka smiled. “I am at your mercy!!” Mishka said, giving her best puppy eyes, and the dress designer handed her black lacy cronch mondrian monokini for the shoot. The monokini covered the butt and cleavage, much to Mishka’s liking. She quickly changed into Monokini and sat in front of the mirror where the hairdresser curled her long dark brown hair and Maya completed her smoky makeup.

“Here. You’ve had a hard day.” “Thank you.” “What’s this meeting about?” Monica clears her throat as Payna steps inside of the cabin. Her face is nearly as white as sheet as she walks toward us, and eases into a seat. She says, “You know, I’m an old woman, and so I usually think my mind is playing tricks on me.” Harrison says, “What do you mean?” “I thought that I was wrong when I thought Marcel seemed familiar.” Kate narrows her eyes and leans closer. “Familiar? What do you mean?”