Monica Gallagher Novels & Stories

“That you fought against your own. That you burned through the ranks of your enemies like wildfire. That the Moon Goddess herself has touched you.” His words carried weight, and the crowd shifted, waiting for my response. I exhaled slowly. “I fought to protect. I did what I had to do. Nothing more.” It seemed like Gareth did not believe me because his mouth twitched. "Yet, authority such as yours is rarely granted without cause." His gaze shifted to Kelvin and then to Logan. “And rarely wielded alone.” I knew where this was going before he said it. “Tell us, Rachael.” Gareth tilted his head. “Have you taken a mate?”

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

His words landed like a bomb and even the air in the room seemed to grow heavier. Sharp gasps filled the room as murmurs broke out among those present. Maverick allowed it for a moment before continuing. “Monica Hale… the late daughter of Warrior Hale, who was executed for treason, is alive.” That statement alone sent another wave of shock through the room. “How is that possible?” “Wasn’t she killed years ago?” “Did she survive the execution?” Voices overlapped, rising in confusion and disbelief. Maverick exhaled slowly after a minute later and his expression hardening. The room fell silent almost instantly. No one dared speak over him.

Monica turned her phone to me and I leaned closer to where she was on her bed. On a social media app, Noah was sitting in his room, reading passages from my novel. These passages were about a human girl main character who sent gifts to her werewolf lover. After every passage, Liam would grin at the camera and pan it to the exact same gift that I had given him. “That bastard,” I said, shooting up from the ground. I yanked the door open. “Where are you going?” Monica asked, surprise all over her face. “I’m going to go find Noah.”

"No, I'm not drunk. I'm totally fine." I smiled inwardly, seeing my plan unfold. "Can you state your name and business?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "My name is Monica Dune, and I'm going to tell you everything I've done for you, Daniel, just so you could be mine," Monica stated, her voice laced with a mix of emotions. "What have you done?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Monica took a deep breath before speaking. "Firstly, I killed someone and ran away from rehab. But it was only because I wanted to be with you. Affan helped me too."

Fiona scoffed. "You knew?" George followed up. "I still feel disgusted that she has royal blood in her veins." Fiona said, sneering at Rebecca. Rebecca was stunned at the revelation. She never knew that someone else asides Crystal and Williams knew the true identity of Catherine. The revelation made her defenseless. "Wait! Let me get this straight. My adorable granddaughter isn't mine. I have been looking after His Majesty's daughter the whole time?" Tracey said, faking her affections to the Lady,

A blonde woman approached with her arms folded across her chest and a smirk on her face. She wore a fitted navy-blue dress that accentuated her slim figure. Her sharp eyes darted between me and Ryan, who was still trying to fight the security guards. “I am Monica Gale. I am in charge of showing you around and explaining the company's policies,” she said. I stretched my hand forward for a handshake, but she didn't take it immediately. Instead, she stared at my hand scrutinizingly before finally taking it. “You and Xavier, huh?” she muttered as we pulled away.

I decide that my ice blue eyes, shadowed in black kohl is all the make-up I need – aside from some gloss bomb lip luminizer aptly named Cold Heart’d. Such a mood. Pasha was waiting with the car at the back entrance. The safe house was meant to keep enemies out. Not keep someone in. Nobody would bat an eye if they saw me strolling in the garden in my Fenty onesie – even if I’m wearing heels. . I slip into the back seat of the bullet proof SUV, tinted windows hiding me from the world, but not the world from me. I left my phone at home because my brother can trace it, but I left on the gold bracelet containing a tracking device on my wrist.

Monica quipped, glaring at Gino and snickering when she caught sight of Cassidy's reddened cheeks, "This one is still mildly innocent. She needs to get use to my sense of humor." "I know you for years, Mono, and even I'm not use to that shit," I snorted, "but seriously, how are you?" Monica's face sobered, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. She let out a shaky breath, jade eyes becoming glassy. When she spoke, it sounded as if something clogged her throat. I felt her pain in my heart and felt the weight of her words on my shoulders, "I'm fine. I mean, I lost my beast because of the constant wolfsbane and silver but I'm still essentially me, right?"

Monica pulled a small device from her pocket. "Everyone freeze," she said pleasantly, "or I press this button, and some very unpleasant things will happen to people you care about." Isaiah's voice was deadly calm. "What do you want, Monica?" "What do I want?" She laughed, the sound unhinged. "I want you to understand what it feels like to lose everything. I want Zella to watch her perfect life burn. I want…" Her composure cracked slightly. "I want you to hurt the way I've hurt. I wanted you for so long yet you chose this little bitch over me, over and over!”