Monica Gallagher Novels & Stories

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!”

Gallagher, I hope this message reaches you in good spirits. My name is Catriona Agreste, and I am a newly admitted attorney working in corporate strategy. Your legal thrillers have become an absolute lifeline for me during long, grueling nights preparing briefs and navigating the complicated power dynamics of high-stakes environments. The way you portray the emotional and professional toll on women who dare to challenge entrenched systems is breathtakingly authentic and deeply resonant.

“Digging where you shouldn’t. Spreading lies.” Bella clenched her jaw. “They aren’t lies. I know everything now. About the government connections. About the offshore accounts. About your brother.” For the first time, Monica’s expression flickered. “And now you think you can take me down?” she scoffed. “You have no idea what you’re up against.” Bella took another step forward. “Neither do you.” Monica let out a low, amused chuckle. “I almost admire your confidence. But you’re in way over your head.”

Mónica, unprepared, was quick to react, struggling and unable to get her gun out. Edrien walks over and grabs his gun, points it at him and immediately stops struggling. That was his end. The end of everything. “Monica Collins is arrested for the murder of Aly McCarthy and trafficking in illicit substances,” the handcuffs are heard closing, “Everything she says will be used against her.”

I arched my brows at Cahil Asturia who is every inch a class of her own in her white racerback dress. "Why would I?" I tried to keep off my eyes on the pair but the rumble in my head wouldn't let me. Cahil laughed which made me look back at her. "Monica is one sly girl, a desperate one I think. She will do anything just to get whatever she wants and your man is her number one target. Did you know she stalked Maverick for more or less two years now? Even when she is in a committed relationship, she can easily break up with her current boyfriend if she finds out that Maverick is single again. The girl is creepy."

He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_ As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a girl, sitting alone on a bench. I couldn't help but notice her, even though she was bathed in shadow. As I stopped my car and got closer, I could see her more clearly, and she was even more beautiful than I'd first thought. "Excuse me,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I said, "may I sit with you?" The girl looked up at me and hiss without saying a word, her brown eyes swollen I guess she must have been crying. Delcan: ". I just wanted to make sure

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

“What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?” “She’s just unusual. She’s got little shadow on her, that’s all.” Margarette’s mind wandered as she spoke. “And, you’re worrying about her because she has a shadow?” “No. I’m worried because she’s losing her shadow, Finrod. And that lady who just left us has very little shadow left.” Realizing the depth of her thoughts, she shifted to a lighter mood and pushed the issue away. “Anyway, what are you doing here?” “I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.”