Monica Gallagher Novels & Stories

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

MONICA I stayed silent, picking at the edge of a fry. He sighed. “I didn’t text you because I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound stupid. I figured maybe I should *show* you instead. So I did some digging and found a list of your favorite authors and books. Penelope Douglas, Ana Huang, Colleen Hoover, Mariana Zapata…” He gestured to the bouquet. “These are all first editions, by the way. Hard to find, but I made some calls.”

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

"I've been texting everyone from the shelter. Nobody's seen Kayla since this morning." "Kayla?" Rick stepped forward, detective instincts engaged. "Another half-Fae girl," Dex explained, his hair shifting to worried violet. "She doesn't stay at the shelter full-time, but she comes for meals sometimes. She's older, like nineteen maybe." Casie and her mates exchanged concerned glances. "Do you have a photo?" Maya nodded, pulling up an image on her phone – a striking young woman with copper-colored hair similar to Lily's, but with eyes so vividly green they almost seemed to glow. There was an unmistakable resemblance to their first victim.

Niccola stands beside it, too still, one hand braced against the edge of the counter, the other curled instinctively over her stomach. I don’t need to read the card to know. I can feel the shift in the room, the way her breathing has gone shallow. When I pick it up and see Monica’s name printed in flawless type, Munich listed beneath it like a destination and a dare, something cold settles in my chest. This isn’t a coincidence. It’s proximity disguised as politeness. I look back at Niccola and see fear flicker across her face, controlled, quiet, but real, and I know with absolute certainty that Monica isn’t reaching out to invite. She’s reaching in.

“He did not hurt me at least not physically, but you know, things don't always go the way you want them to, so I wanted some fresh air when you discovered me," Monica replied, her gaze fixed on the fire and her thoughts turning to the betrayal William had inflicted on her. Although she had not considered who had sent those pictures to her emails she could say these photos were not phony. She had enough expertise as a reporter to recognize the difference between false and real images. “Hmm! I see what you're saying. But don't act stupidly because you're furious over anything. I happened to be there by chance. What if a person kidnaps you off the road or you get pneumonia while staying under t

The revelation struck like a thunderbolt, shattering the illusions of trust and love they had held for Sasha. But Monica's revelations did not end there. In a trembling voice, she confessed her involvement with the Violet Moon agency, a secret she had harbored for two long years. The weight of her double life, the burden of her clandestine activities, threatened to suffocate her as the truth spilled forth.

Either way, there was no sunlight that came out; as there were also no windows. It's almost strange that I didn't get anything such as fear; maybe because I have already experienced this before. But then I can't help but wonder, why am I always the one to be kidnapped? I looked around my surroundings, and found myself in company. "Oh?" I looked directly at the person who's also tied up beside me, sitting on a chair. "What a coincidence," I said, looking at the unconscious woman beside me, who's nothing more, nothing less other than Aviana Quincy. Luca Giovanni's POV

“And please, don't call me again during office hours. My boss may get suspicious.” Suspicious? Oh, yes! Leah had become suspicious. Everything about Monica's activities would make one suspicious. She was sneaking around and making calls in the restroom. She was pretending to have lost her voice, but it was crystal clear on the phone with the strange caller. Who was it? “Sir?” It was a man, not Big Margaret. Who was Monica working with and what did they stand to gain? Who was this new enemy? Leah heard Monica's footsteps and quickly adjusted herself, so that it seemed she was just coming in.

Heather must be celebrating the victory with her best friend, Charity Cabot. My sister chose friends who weren’t just anyone. She was close to Charity and Taylor. Both of them defended her fiercely when misfortune struck her. I, who had stronger allies, was abandoned when difficult times hit me. I read another news article about the discovery of the bones. The police said the bones belonged to Monica, and Poppy Swan was the killer. Sinclair avoided discussing the details of the case. I respected it by reading another news article. Someone opened the door to the room; I turned. “I’ll take a quick shower,” Sinclair said.