Monica Flower Novels & Stories

It might be Shiina's first time to hear such an answer that she looked at him with a confused expression. Monica nodded and said, "I have infinite possibilities. I don't intend to be one of the colors among all living beings. I don't want to be a filler among everyone, but I want to make everyone, no, the world, to be affected by me." Shiina was stunned when she heard such an answer from Monica.

His words kept repeating themselves again and again like a broken record. Change of plans, little flower. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

she teased. I smiled. "I never really said I want him." I said. Monica looked shocked with what I answered and she never seemed to moved on from then. *** Days passed and every time I look under my desk I see a Lily on it as if it was blooming there everyday. Knowing it was from Solon, I quickly dispose it somewhere I will never see it. It seems like he didn't take my word when I asked Monica to tell him that I did not like it. To be honest I love that flower, but the thought that it was coming from him? I just couldn't take it. He was just wasting his time.

"You can call me Monica." Anthony just nodded slowly. The woman seemed to have marked him since the first day he stepped into the hall. Monica Adler came from Ireland. She was a professor in the field of macroeconomics and was very famous for her ideas for developing the economy in Ireland. But despite her genius and beauty, Monica was an annoying woman because she was always trying to get his attention. "Tonight there will be a gala dinner and dance party." "Yeah, I heard about it," Anthony sipped his coffee slowly.

Flora said "What if they find us? I should never have let Gary talk me into this shit. I am sure Karen and he has already told them I am involved," Monica said, panicking. "Calm down. They won't be able to find us because of the serum I injected her with. I will be back," Flora said "Where are you going?" Monica asked "I am going to talk to some of my coven members. We need to hurry with our plan," Flora said and walked out of the room.

I don't want her frightened by my tone. Monica grabs a tissue and blows her nose before continuing. "He looked me over like I was poop stuck to the bottom of his shoe, Alpha," Monica wails, and my brows lift. I discreetly look over her appearance as she cries and growl lowly. She is an attractive female with dark hair and eyes, with a good-sized chest and long sexy legs...what the hell does he find unappealing. Even her clean linen scent is lovely. "He asked me for my name, but I refused to give it to him...I knew what he wanted to say. I just...I wanted him to reconsider...I wanted a chance to prove to him that I was good enough," Monica sobs, and my restraint snaps.

Widya replied. "You want us to succeed or not. We don't want to get involved in the scandal that Sonia is going through," Nina whispered while pinching Widya's waist. Monica stood up from her seat, she was accompanied by Santi approaching the two women who were busy whispering. She put on a sullen face because she didn't want them to feel Monica had accepted her arrival. "What do you want to do looking for me. If it's to accuse me of spreading the scandalous video of the woman who has ruined my household, you are wrong. My time is too valuable to deal with a cheap woman like your proud daughter-in-law," said Monica.

ELAINA Monica’s knees hit the floor. “Please,” she sobbed. Her whole body shook. “Please, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt anyone. But she has my baby. My Lily.” I stared at her. The woman who betrayed us. Who helped Melissa steal my son. And all I felt was… nothing. “Tell us everything,” Troy said. His voice was hard. Cold. Not the warm tone he usually used with Monica. Monica wiped her eyes with shaking hands. “I had a daughter before I met Aiden. From a previous relationship. Her name is Lily.”

Tricia froze for a second, then her anger exploded. “What the hell are you doing here? You are creepy.” Jayden smiled wider. His voice was soft. “Thank you for answering the door.” Tricia’s eyes almost popped out. “Hold on. What the fuck are you doing here?” “Me? I am here to see my Monalisa. I got some flowers and chocolates for her.” Tricia blinked at the gifts. Her head snapped back up. “She does not lack those. Now turn back and get the hell out of here this instant. I need to go back to sleep.”

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.