Monica Gallagher Novels & Stories

“You know Aneliese fled with my daughter, right? And took that bastard brother of yours with her. We’ll do it all at once… I kill you, Jai will feel guilty for the rest of his life for the shit he pulled by getting involved with my daughter. But in the end… I’ll at least have heard Rarith’s voice, which, without you, I’d never hear again.” I stayed silent, trying to think fast, realizing the spy recorder I’d bought was useless since Rowan would never face justice. I needed to buy time. Because once he spoke to Rarith, there’d be no reason to keep me alive. But deep down, when I walked in here, I knew it’d go to hell. Still, all I could think of was Gabe. And the short time we’d had together

Monica gets out, wondering if this is the beginning of her new own story. Maybe a mystery? Or a romance? More likely, the tale of a spunky, can-do girl taking France by storm. That’s the book she wants to write, and hopefully, read. If it has a happy ending. The driver helps unload her bags and gestures for her to follow him. He pushes through a black iron gate buried in vinery and reveals a small courtyard. She feels eel like Alice stepping into Wonderland, absurdly joyful at the tiny details of the texture of the old bricks, the vibrant green leaves, and the narrow wooden staircase the driver is moving toward. Up the stairs, he unlocks the first door they come to and then offers her the k

Monica's gaze, however, seemed free from any preconceived notions, and I couldn't help but wonder why. "I've been away on vacation," Monica explained, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and exhaustion. "I only just learned about Stella, and I rushed back as soon as I could." My discomfort grew as I realized that Monica hadn't recognized me as the supposed "enemy" in Stella's life. It was an unexpected twist in the narrative, leaving me with a mix of relief and confusion. Stella's perception of our relationship had been one fraught with tension and attempted murder, yet Monica seemed oblivious to any animosity.

"The night of the Zenith Springs announcement changed something." A strange unease unfurled inside me. The gala immediately returned to my memory in vivid detail. The applause. The investors. The dazzling lights. Hundreds of important people hanging on Luca's every word while he unveiled his vision for the future. Then Monica. Her voice cutting through the celebration like broken glass. Her accusations. The humiliation. The spectacle she created in front of everyone. And then, less than twenty-four hours later, she was dead. A cold shiver traveled down my spine.

He massaged her soldier gently. “Firstly, I thought Monica had blocked her scent so we weren't able to find her. I didn't know you were pulling a prank on your Alpha.” He chuckled, glancing at Gerald. “Monica is an Omega, she is not that strong. She doesn't even know how to do something like that.” Gerald replied. Monica scoffed in response.

She was nervous and angry. When she finally gathered her thoughts, she realized that the man was only a thief. Monica felt lost as she walked out of the neighborhood. Not only she did not manage to look for Darryl, but her clutch was stolen too. She had no money with her. "Luckily, I did not lose these two books," Monica mumbled to herself as she took the two books from her coat. They were two volumes of the Supreme Mystery Scriptures! Before Monica left Elysian Island, she had secretly taken the books from the Cult Master's room.

“You can’t protect your name and bury your heart at the same time. Eventually, one fights back.” Liam looked away, but Nathaniel saw it—the hesitation. The regret. --- Elsewhere in the city, Monroe Delaney—fashion publicist, culture critic, and self-proclaimed gossip queen—was already drafting her next newsletter: Inside the Blackwood Gala: Who Dazzled, Who Fizzled, and Who Raised Eyebrows. She paused over a photograph of Amara on the balcony, eyes half-shadowed, the wind catching her dress just right. “Who are you?” Monroe murmured, intrigued.

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?"

BMOM ➭ 159 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – Monica couldn’t respond to what I said. She just cried silently, seeming calmer now since she wasn’t struggling like earlier. Jasper was determined to press charges against Monica after her personal assistant confessed to the investigators. After sending me those malicious photos, Monica had already planned an attempt on my life and Zanyca’s—just to scare me. She wanted to corner Jasper into going with her in exchange for our freedom.

“ Well I heard his aunt was watching over it for him until he came of age, it belonged to his mother- she died when he was younger and his aunt was supposed to come to introduce him but I think something came up” “How do you even know all of these?” I asked her. “Because unlike you, most people have used the internet and the Gallagher story had once caused a stir and I can't believe you couldn't recognize popular Caden Gallagher, every lady's sweetheart and see he's on all the covers of Hey magazine” she had her phone in front of me with a picture of a Greek god with messy black hair and the deepest shade of blue eyes ever. Did he look like this? I couldn't remember.