Monica Gellar Novels & Stories

Monica Lee: Monica Lee is played by Katherine Langford. She is feisty but cares for Delilah. She has black hair and black eyes, her slim figure along with her slim face makes her look very young. She is obsessed with stones and wears them all the time in rings and necklaces. She is strong but is also brutally honest.

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.

I questioned back. Monica glared at me with baffled disdain. “Excuse me? I’m worth millions—” “Maybe on paper.” I took a step closer. My vicious glare never left her. “But what about your actual character actually makes you valuable, Monica? Because I can’t seem to think of a single goodman thing. I know it was you who tried to sabotage the press conference. How did that turn out for you by the way?” “That joke of a press conference doesn’t matter anymore. All that anyone will be talking about is how you were offered money to leave James alone. All anyone is going to ever see you as is a common whore,” she spat out.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Guys I think I have an idea, I don't know if y'all will love it, but this is our chance a great chance to get back at them) Oliver (What do you mean?) ~~~~ Monica woke up and headed to the bathroom to take her bath, today was the day she'll be leaving Ohio for good since the reason she came here wasn't fulfilled. She had to go back to the life she knew, she wasn't a total sour loser. She is the daughter of the Smiths, a delegate for Mayor and a certified lawyer. She got out the bathroom and started dolling herself up. 'This might be the last time I come back to Ohio at least I need to look good and presentable for you Eric, hopefully this will be the memory you have of me' Monica thought

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.

But what? ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms Gold,’ Monica said in an uneasy voice. It wasn’t until the woman spoke that Rachel’s memory came into focus. Linda Monroe . Her childhood friend had certainly changed during the past ten years. The beauty that rags and grime had hidden during their adolescence was now as polished as a cut diamond. But there was no denying that the slender, elegant woman before her was the same dirt-poor, struggling girl Rachel had grown up with in South Dallas.

"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.

The thought sent a shiver down Ariel's spine. Monica returned with a harried-looking manager, who introduced herself as Karen. "What seems to be the problem?" Karen asked, her eyes darting between Ariel and Monica. Ariel took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "This woman," she said, pointing at Monica, "is a convicted felon. She stole my baby and pretended to be his mother. I don't want her working here, where she can potentially harm other families. How did she even manage to get a job!?”

She was blonde, holding a recorder, with a smirk that looked like it had been carved with a scalpel. I recognized her. Monica Vale. The gossip columnist for The daily Star. She was known for destroying marriages for sport. “What did you say?” Alexander asked. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. It was the low rumble of a predator before the strike. Monica didn’t flinch. She pointed her recorder at us.