Monica Flower Novels & Stories

I don’t know how she can think I will ever fall for her. “Can I help?” I ask, and Monica nods as I take the flowers from her hands and try my best to arrange them in the vase. Monica gives me instructions, and the frustration in her tone makes me want to throw these flowers against a fucking wall and walk away. “Your parents will be here in twenty minutes. Is that what you’ll be wearing?” Monica asks, and I frown as I look at my clothes and nod. “Seems like you don’t even make an effort anymore,” she says, spinning on her wheelchair and leaving the dining room. I move my hands through my hair, closing my eyes. Monica arranged this dinner with my parents to try to show them how much of a good

Monica tilted her head, realising she had to go more brutal than bleeding noses and broken jaws. Retrieving both her swords from their sheaths, she formed a stance and faced them. "Who are you?" Asked the one with the bleeding foot. Her smile beamed even more while she replied, "Oh you can call me Monica!" Flinging her swords repeatedly, she approached them, ready to do anything to them except to kill. Not as if she cared, but they needed a chance to see her sometime in future and fear her. There was nothing better than power. And so, Monica clinked her weapons with all six men one by one, finding it difficult to notice she was outnumbered.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

But for now, I’ll play calm and try winning him over. He exhaled harshly. “Monica, you need to stop acting this way… I really wish you can just give up on trying to keep me within your palms.” That one hurt the most. “I’m not that obsessed,” I said, though my voice betrayed me. He tilted his head slightly, eyes still sharp. “Then why are you worried about flowers?” I opened my mouth, then closed it. *Because they weren’t for me.* *Because you never do things like that for me ever since lisa came in*

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

the woman replied with confidence. “Ma'am, can you tell me more about the white rose, I mean, I didn't even know they existed.” “Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say.

I really am crazy" "Hey Pumpkin!" Monica called from behind me, separating me from the figment of my imaginations. Her hand rested on the traps of my back, sqeezing it tight. "Am I safe?" I took a full gulp and placed the glass gingerly on the countertop. "Not if you tell me what going on in this thick skull of yours. A penny for your thought?" She kissed my right tricep playfully, hugging me from behind. Monica was the jealous type. She would run over anyone that stood in her way of getting what she wanted. With what played out in my room on her arrival, telling her I was thinking about Iris would break her to total shreds.

She smiled sheepishly and Samaira only rolled her eyes Sometimes Monique could be unbelievable, but only she could come up with such unbelievable ideas, well, all for a good cause! Just as they were chatting and Monique had made some space in the room, a new bouquet was delivered again However, the moment the man handed the bouquet to Monique and left, their faces fell It was a bouquet made of Red Dahlia flowers “Sam!, I.. Well, I guess not everyone knows the meaning of flowers right,” Monique tried to ease the atmosphere

"M-marigold, I—" "Don't talk, Ella!" I cut her off. Now I felt tears running down my cheeks. But I wiped it like what a brave woman does. We both went to a peaceful place just inside the campus. We sat at the bench and looked at the beautiful scenery just infront of us. A garden full of beautiful flowers. I can even smell their scents. How I wish I was just a flower. Doing nothing but just sway and impress humans by its captivating physical appearance and addicting smell. Even if I'm just the only flower in a certain area, I wouldn't feel lonely because I don't have emotions just like a human have. "I'm sorry, Marigold. But I think Neil is right. I should stay away from everyone." She sadly

Just then, Monica called out to her, "Summer, there's one more thing I need to tell you." "Yes?" "No matter what, you must keep going. I can only rely on you," Monica said. Feeling puzzled by her words, Summer sought further clarification. Monica simply shook her head and said, "If you don't understand now, you will in time." With that, Monica stood up, turning gracefully. The gentle breeze lifted her long hair, giving her a forlorn and solitary appearance. It was as if her back was shrouded in loneliness. Summer couldn't understand why Monica seemed so melancholic. Was she truly feeling sorrow?