Monica Gallagher Novels & Stories

Before Monica could turn, before she could aim again, before she could do anything, two gunshots cracked through the air. One hit her gun hand. The pistol flew from her grip. Clattered across the floor. The second hit her leg. Her knee exploded. She dropped. Lucas was on her in seconds. Flipping her. Grinding her face into the concrete. Cuffing her hands behind her back so tight the metal cut into her wrists. Monica was laughing. Actually laughing. Blood running from her split lip. Her shattered knee. Not caring. "I killed Grayson Cross," she said sickly. "Grayson is already dying. Look at all that blood. He will be dead in minutes. I win. I finally won."

“You write too?” “Sometimes.” Monica shrugged. “Mostly romance. Hot sweet romance...” Even now, somehow, she looked completely relaxed. Meanwhile the rest of the group stared at Adrian like he had officially lost his mind. Julian looked entertained. “So according to mysterious hot guy over here, we’re trapped in magical murder time loops?” “Basically,” Monica replied. “I never said magical.” “That honestly makes it worse.” Liam frowned deeply. “How would you even know any of this?” Before Adrian could answer, Winona stepped in quickly.

Then he delivered the name. "Monica Sketer." Silence exploded through the room. Because Monica wasn't running. She wasn't hiding. She was hunting. And somehow she had reached Rebecca's trail before they did. The race had officially begun. And if Monica found Rebecca first— the truth about Hartwell might disappear forever.

“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?”

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Liam remained there meditating. Calyxte pov I don’t know why but I felt my day was going to be a good one. Olga noticed how happy I was and was hoping it’s not because of Belle but it wasn’t because of either. Oscar wants to introduce someone to me today. A vampire like me. Her name was Gothica and he said she was very pretty. Before her name I could sense she was an emo girl. These people who love wearing black, and of course I’m one of them. It was high time I forget Belle and date someone like me. Can you imagine Oscar introduced me to a human while were on vacation in Italy. There were actually pretty fine ladies. He even showed me his sister, but she was far way older than me. The only

No more guards hovering. Just Monica, sitting alone with her chains loose but still intact, her wrists red and aching. The overhead light buzzed softly above her. Then the door opened again. This time, it wasn’t Caleb. It wasn’t Chase. It was Rachel. Dressed in cream-colored slacks and a matching coat, her elegance sharp as ever. Her heels echoed on the floor as she walked forward slowly, like a woman ready to face the devil who broke her life in two. Monica blinked through the dim light, then slowly smiled—a tired, tremulous smile.

' Monica edited a text for her hidden accomplice, who is pulling her strings from the shadows to undermine Alice. Monica's envy for Alice traced back to their early years, aspiring to replicate everything Alice had. Upon relocating to LA to follow in her footsteps, Monica couldn't match Alice's success and resorted to accumulating significant debts to maintain a lifestyle mirroring the actress's billion-dollar net worth. In the end, overwhelmed by the financial strain, she found herself hunted down by a relentless loan shark. She gladly accepted the assignment to destroy Alice to get free from her debts. In the end, it was killing two birds with one stone.

I had just received mail, carrying the same content Naomi was presenting to me. "Wait... this is on the media? I just got mail now, not even started reading." Naomi didn't answer, she just tilted my laptop screen towards herself. There it was. A mail from Monica Drake. "Holy--" Naomi screamed. "Monica Drake herself? So it's real? Girl, do you know who this woman is? She has never lost a single case. She's a machine and a legend. If she said she's taking up your case with Viktor, free of charge, Viktor is finished!"

"Do you even know who I am?" "Am I obligated to know who you are?" Morrigan's icy voice crept to his spine. He knows the woman in front of him is not a simple woman. But he couldn't back down. This woman already piqued his interest, he only intends to keep her as a concubine because of her beauty but her air of sophistication and arrogance right now gave him a sense of mystery about the identity behind Morrigan. "Yes, you should. I am the tenth prince of this kingdom, you should bow to me," Morrigan smirked. mockingly scoffing in front of the man in front of her. Remembering how the king of this kingdom is notorious for having illegitimate children. "So you are the tenth prince of this kingd