Monica Flower Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

I said with ease without realizing what I just did, everything else became blur. Monica shared details about herself. She was a medical nurse, she wasn't just beautiful and sexy but also intelligent amd smart . She had the potential to be a Luna, but she could never be my Luna, because Olivia and I were already One. "I must reject you, Monica," I said, witnessing her eyes full with tears. "Alpha Jack, please," she begged, and laid her head on my chest Then we began to kiss, and I lifted her, prepared to proceed further, but I grappled with my wolf and my intimacy urge, and I gently drooped her.

She agreed, and I could sense her excitement. I couldn't focus on work for the rest of the day, my mind preoccupied with the plan. At six p.m., I left the office to prepare for my date with Monica. When I arrived home, I found her already waiting in the living room, dressed nicely. If she weren't a psychopath, my compliments would have been genuine. "Good evening, Monica," I said sweetly, handing her the bouquet of flowers. "Daffodils. I remembered they're your favorite."

Paul replied casually. Monica’s eyes widened in slight surprise before it narrowed when she realized that she wasn’t the only one who realized that they were being watched just now. It didn’t seem to bother Paul, and frankly, it didn’t really bother her either. However, it might cause her some trouble if words were to get out. Controlling the girls and making sure that they behaved well was her job and she didn’t want anything complicating that or making her life harder. “Her name is Mila,” Monica replied emotionlessly.

Meanwhile, Sandra was left to rot in the shadows, slowly falling apart. That was a punishment far crueler than death. I went to Monica's grave and laid down a huge bouquet of sunflowers, her favorite. They were bright yellow, like the sun itself. "Monica, I got justice for you. Everyone who hurt you paid the price. You can rest now." A light breeze passed through. The sunflower heads swayed gently in front of the headstone, as if Monica were answering me from somewhere beyond time.

I nod to him. "It can't be. Tell me tell me. Hey! It's not fair." Monica waves off Genis as Mathew takes his time to find a new bouquet to adjust the new flowers. Monica slowly and gradually takes part in the environment when she organises the tables with ribbons and flowers and fragrance them with rose water to keep them fresh and new. Her head snaps to the gate where expensive cars has been parked. "Did they arrive early?" She asks Mathew, who was certainly busy texting his hooker.

While gathering the third time that I had lacked flowers, I picked one that interest me because it was red in colour and had many rounds beside it. "I would really want to keep this," I said to myself as I had held it tight. It attracts me more than anything. As I had admired the flower, I was approached and I could not even know. "You could have that, Monica" she said from beside me. It was the Alpha's mom and I was very surprised as why she would be in this place. Hearing this, I smiled bring down my face. "Ma, do you come here too. You are a royal," I said to her.

Monica moaned, letting her gaze roam around them rather than meet his eyes, which were not only captivating but also powerful enough to violate her emotional control. "I started to realize how much fun it is to be weird with you, and I refuse to step out from experiencing such joy," William answered Monica with a chuckle before leading her farther ahead to the frosty ground. His words and deeds had, somewhere, taken the fear of falling on this ice that Monica had been feeling moments before. Her body was clinging to William as if she didn't want him to let go of her for even a moment, her gaze fixed on his while her thoughts continued to experience the blooming flowers.