Monica Flower Novels & Stories

Tina rushed by and asked Cassy who was busy talking to the security men. "That good for nothing rascal won't come…he's a failure" came Monica's voice and both Tina and Cassy turned around and we were graced by a beautiful-looking Monica, Tina was amused by how Monica was looking. Elegant as always. The black deep V-line black dress she was wearing looked good on her. Hugging her curves just the right way. Monica was fond of heavy makeup and with an event like this one. Tina was amazed by the goddess of beauty. Her dress was simple yet elegant

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

Monica is good looking no doubt but Zara looks more delicate, maybe because her face is petite. “…. And if it is like…. Kay, I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about?” Monica asks, unhappily. She gets up from the porch. I follow suit. “Nothing. I was thinking you don’t have to put in so much effort. I like you, not because of your looks, but because regardless of how you look, you will always be beautiful.” I still remember how when we were young, she stumbled over me in her little princess dress and said she’ll play with me because nobody else would.

Killian waited in the center for them to arrive. Monica sat in her room, not sure what to do. She thought about leaving or even ending her life. HSe couldn't take it anymore. Mainly, because she was an omega and omegas never do what she did. How could she live with herself? She had to tell Crystal she was leaving. She went to get up and go find her when there was a knock on her door. She opened it and was shocked to find Crystal on the other side. "Luna?" "Monica. How are you?"

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

Monika welcomed Damon with a wide smile on her face. 'Now who is going to save you from me, my love?' Damon mummers inside his head. "Aunt, I heard you really love gardens and flowers. I brought Lily for you. I hope you will like it. It's fresh." Damon said this while offering flowers to Monika, who took them with a smile. "Oh, my god," she sniffed, smiling even more widely. "This is fresh, God Damon. I love flowers. After shifting here, I started gardening, and I am having a great time with my flowers."

She was blonde, holding a recorder, with a smirk that looked like it had been carved with a scalpel. I recognized her. Monica Vale. The gossip columnist for The daily Star. She was known for destroying marriages for sport. “What did you say?” Alexander asked. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. It was the low rumble of a predator before the strike. Monica didn’t flinch. She pointed her recorder at us.

“Okay. Call out if you need anything—I won’t be far.” Raffale left the room and called in Monica. Monica swept in like a warm breeze, her arms full of a lush bouquet —pale peonies, their ruffled petals blushing at the edges, and sprays of freesias releasing a fragrance so sweet and heady it seemed to push the scent of antiseptic right out of the room. “My darling girl,” she murmured, bending to kiss me on both cheeks before I could even sit up properly. Her perfume was as I remembered, something powdery and elegant, the kind of scent that clung to old money.

“It is an honor to have you attend, Lord Saknas.” “And who might this lovely lady be?” Fred asked as he glanced toward Magnolia. “Please, allow me to present Lord Fred Saknas, Queen Monika’s only nephew,” Lady Flock introduced. “Her Grace, Magnolia Van Konigl, Duchess of Salicera.” Fred’s eyes widened, before his lips curled up. “I have heard about Your Grace, but your beauty is far more breathtaking than the rumors lead to believe.” “You flatter me, my lord,” Magnolia said, trying her best to hide her discomfort at his words.

she said. Monica is a girl who moved to New York City alone. All of his family are in Chicago. Monica was born into an affluent family. His father was a teacher, and his mother was a seamstress. "How is mother?" muttered Monica as she closed her eyes. At the same time, suddenly his cell phone rang. "Who is it? Why is the number unknown?" muttered Monica. Without thinking further, Monica also accepted the call. "Hello." "Hi beautiful. Am I bothering you?"