Mc X Monika Novels & Stories

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

I slam my cock inside her, as deep as I can go, and Monica takes it so well, wrapping her legs around my torso as I empty my cum into her. It gushes out of me in quick pulses. And there is so much that I can feel it dripping from the sides of her pussy. She closes her eyes, clenching even harder as she takes all my cum deep inside her. Monica smiles, holding my face and looking into my eyes. “And that’s how you make me yours.” I smile at her, about to lean in and kiss her again when I notice something strange on her chest. A little web of black veins.

Little miss, nobody looked like a nobody and therefore no one trusted her. Monica powered off her laptop and snapped up her phone. Tripped on her slipper and fell. Annoyed, she screamed her frustration even though no one could have heard her. Then, after standing up, she stalked into the master bedroom to dress appropriately for her appointment with the back alley specialist who did her lip filler.

my father begins to speak loudly for all to hear. My heartbeat begins to pick up again... either with excitement or nervousness, but I welcomed it as I stood before my father, feeling stronger than I ever have before. "I, Stefan Raining-Moons, step down from Alpha of the Raining-Moons Pack and in return I appoint my first born daughter, Autumn Tombs-Monroe, formally, Autumn Raining-Moons as the rightful and much deserved, new Alpha of this pack." he announces as he removes his alpha necklace, the same necklace that was given from his great, great, great grandfather to his great, great, great grandmother years and tears ago that brought their two packs together, giving us the one we have toda

he murmured, unsure if it was a prayer or a plea to the darkness. Dominic’s office smelled of leather and smoke. The skyline stretched behind him, windows glinting with the city’s restless energy. Jaxon stood near the desk, hands folded behind his back. His sharp jaw and sleeve tattoo gave him the look of a man carved from Chicago’s streets. “We’ve got a trail,” he said. Dominic leaned back in his chair, gray eyes narrowing. “Harper?” Jaxon nodded. “She’s meeting someone. Regular. We’ve got eyes.”

She wanted to be happy, even though she was rejected by her mate. After breakfast, Kylie and Rain went to the training room and sat in the women’s section. In the front of the room sat the 3 most powerful Elite members, Alpha Leo, Beta James, and Gamma Mark. Beta James saw Rain and smiled at her, nodding gently. She smiled back at him and then continued her conversation with Kylie. Monica was arguing with a pretty brunette girl, Monica slapping the girl so hard the girl fell to the ground. Tony walked in and froze at the sight of the two girls fighting. “You’re a fucking slut Mya! I told you he was mine!” Monica yelled at the girl, who stood and smiled at Monica.

Her eyes were fixed on the monitor, where Camila West was currently pacing the boardroom floor. Camila was a vision of calculated corporate power. She wore a striking, blood-red designer pantsuit, a stark contrast to the muted tones of Monroe Global's minimalist architecture. Her diamond studs caught the fluorescent light, and her posture was rigid with a supreme, unearned confidence. Following the explosive fallout at the gala, Camila had taken it upon herself to intercept the Monroe Global rejection. She wanted to prove to Helena Knight—and more importantly, to a distant, rebellious Xavier—that the West media machine could move mountains that the Knights couldn't.

“Gina listen to me, we need to talk.” She throws a glare towards me. “Stay out of my way, Knox! There's nothing to talk about.” I hold her arm gently but she slaps it away. “Keep your filthy hands to yourself, you cheat.” My jaw tightens in rage but I hold myself back from exploding. “I'm not a cheat!” I bite out. “Monica is trying to tear us apart. Don't give her what she wants.” She lets out a mocking laughter. “Wow. I'm not surprised. I knew you'd say that. So how do you explain those pictures?”

“Yeah. Just… ran into him. Again. Same guy from the mall with Isabella. Same attitude.” Luca whistled low. “That’s Kai.” “Kai?” “Yeah. Kai Rivera. Junior. Business major. Skate crew. Total asshole, but he’s… useful. Knows everyone. Gets shit done.” He paused. “Straight, though. Rumors say he’s got a girlfriend—some sorority girl. But as his friend, I can tell you: he doesn’t do girlfriends. Just sleeping buddies. Lots of them. Doesn’t commit. Doesn’t care.”

I spoke to her in the calmness tone I can. "Look, I appreciate you thinking I'm that Monalisa but I'm not. I'm Monalisa Jayden James Bruno, that's who I am. So please, do not bug me, otherwise my brother's bodyguard is going to deal with you and she means business. so stay far away from me and go look somewhere else for your Monalisa daughter. Would you mind stepping out of my way, woman? "You're my Monalisa. My daughter. I've missed you so much. I want to hold you in my arms and hug you and kiss you. I want to tuck you in and watch you sleep. I miss everything"