Romans & histoires Monica Flower

“All I’m saying is—you can sit here and spiral, or you can throw on something cute, walk in there like nothing touches you, and remind everyone who the hell you are.” “Plus, it’s not like you’re gonna show up and not own the room,” Rose smirked. “You’re Monica freaking Banks.” Monica glanced toward the mirror, lips twitching slightly. “I thought I was Monica McKenzie now.” The media has done a good job in exaggerating her marriage to Liam. Rose shrugged. “Whichever name you use, you’re still that girl. Now get up.” Monica stood slowly. Still unsure. But part of her knew… she needed this. Even if just for one night.

“It’s fine, I have all the free time in the world until the very days leading up to Ethan‘s surgery. So you can invite me to as many galas you come across.” The door pushed open, and Monica walked in with a group of people behind her. “We are here for the most beautiful woman in all of Crimson Moon.” She said playfully to Elena, who just beamed at her with a wide smile. “Well, I’ll excuse you so you can make your own preparations. See you on the other side of perfection. I mean, not that you’re not already perfect.” I stammered. “Fuck.” She burst into a small laughter. “Just go, Horace. Just go.” She chided mockingly.

Monika shook her head. "I have lots of things to do and don't forget someone special is waiting for us," Monika said before blocking her wolf, knowing Anika wouldn't listen to her. Monika ran towards her car to reach her destination as soon as possible. She bought the flower and chocolate midway, knowing it could calm her angry bird. The moment she reached the destination, she rushed towards the building where the function was going on. "Moon goddess, why did I have to forget such an important thing?" Monika muttered frustratingly and entered the auditorium where the function was going on but her smile vanished when she found no one over there.

Need to figure out how to salvage this nightmare before it destroys everything I've worked for. The rooftops were calm and not crowded. From the terrace, I can see the city is spread out below as if a glittering carpet had been laid down. I grip the railing and take gulping breaths of the cool night air, trying to center myself. "Running away again?" I spin around, my heart lurching. Monica stands in the doorway, elegant and predatory in her red silk. She looks like a goddess of war, beautiful and terrible. "I needed air," I say carefully.

"It's blue. I love blue. It feels so calm and peaceful and so fresh." So my butterfly's favorite color is blue. Well, I'm not surprised considering her peaceful nature. She loathes violence and I carry violence with me. The only difference is, I don't want to bring any of that home. The maid, Monica, in her 60s, smiled warmly at my wife. "And your favorite dress?" Monika questioned my wife while chopping the veggies. Now I'm curious too. "Umm, there's nothing specific, but yeah, I like floral dresses."

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

Chase responded casually. “Well, I know that your mother will love these flowers. Come on, let’s not keep them waiting,” Monica said in anticipation as she opened the door of the car. “I need to make a quick work call. You go ahead, and I’ll follow you shortly,” Monica did not mind. Of course, she has been here a couple of times, so she wouldn’t feel lost. “No problem. Just don’t take too long, okay?” Monica remarked and kissed Chase on his lips before she left.

CHAPTER 17 VANESSA Monica stepped through the doorway, and her eyes locked onto Jade's breasts like they were magnetized. Her gaze travelled down Jade's stomach, lingering on the thin strip of black fabric that barely covered her. Then back up to Jade's hard nipples they were probably more erect than they initially were. Monica swallowed, her gaze still locked on Jade's chest. "Close your mouth, Monica." Jade spoke, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your mouth might end up being a house to flies. Or worse… someone might think you actually want to be here."

"Miren, I know you are probably under the impression that if you can successfully enrage me, then you will be able to get what you want, but you are wrong. I will not, under any circumstances, let go of your hand. Miren was the only person in the lilac greenhouse where she was sitting. In this place, there was neither wind nor the song of birds; rather, there was just a stand of tall, solitary lilac trees. The tops of the branches are covered in a stunning curtain of purple flowers that hang in long strips and form a curtain-like formation. The color is pristine and alluring, and it stands for an everlasting love combined with the desire to spend the rest of one's life by the side of the per

Lady Rowena always made them dress and appear their finest whenever a buyer was coming, making them appear like they were cared for. "Monica." Lady Rowena called the girl that had at first asked her a question. "This might be your chance. You were almost taken by the viscount's son last time, before he noticed Gwen." Monica nodded. "I will do my best my lady." She bowed. Lady Rowena liked Monica because she was very polite and obedient. She looked beautiful and healthy too. She would fetch her a lot of money. Then she moved to stop in front of Luciana. "And you. I don't want you giving me a bad name, so you better behave."