Monica Gellar Novels & Stories

How disgraceful! Monica had lived at Elysian Island as the Sect Mistress for quite some time. She had never been conned before that. When she regained her senses, Jay was nowhere to be seen. Monica bit her lips; she was furious, but she did not chase after him. Even though the clutch was valuable, she did not need the money as she had found Darryl. Then she knocked twice on the door. The Cult Mistress was so excited as she waited for Darryl to open the door.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

My paranoid mind started to overthink again. Monica lowered her face, looking embarrassed and fazed. "I... I am an orphan, Miss Clark. I used to have many jobs because I had to survive. I work in clubs as a waitress and sell pieces of information to people just like that vampire woman did. Until I got arrested and was marked as a slave to different masters before."

The gallery door opened and Monica walked in seeming out of breath as she looked up at me with her flushed face. She had been a lot of help with grabbing all of Bella’s paintings and loading them up in the car with Danny today. She didn’t even think twice when I had asked her if she could help Janet and him. Unfortunately I would have no choice but to fire her because she was clearly an obstacle I didn’t need in my life. Bella didn’t like her and I would rather deal with Liam and his problems than Bella and hers. Monica walked to me with a soft expression on her face as she looked down at Bella. “Did you need anything from me?” She asked as she looked back up at me.

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.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

I didn’t finish my sentence when she interrupted. “I am not coordinating the stage anymore. If you want to ask anything you can ask Mrs. Marwaha or Monica.” She said and left abruptly. Monica. Where the hell she came from? Monica was one of the trustee’s daughters. And kind of ‘bitch’. An attention seeker. Guys do all kinds of awful stuff to get her attention or should I say to get into her panties. She has never been with the same guy twice. I approached Mrs. Marwaha. she was busy with the participants. “Ma’am,” I stopped until she turned back to me.

It had been wild enough last night, sneaking into her room after midnight and plunging into her sleek pussy. I just manage to get out of bed before Gina would suspect a thing. Speaking of Gina, she’s been oddly nice lately. No fighting or arguments since we got back from the business trip. She is almost too calm. I don’t know whether to feel happy or paranoid. My phone vibrates against the varnished wood. Monica. Rage rambles so quickly my teeth are rattling. What the hell does she want now? I let it ring out. After several long seconds, it ends.

A blonde woman approached with her arms folded across her chest and a smirk on her face. She wore a fitted navy-blue dress that accentuated her slim figure. Her sharp eyes darted between me and Ryan, who was still trying to fight the security guards. “I am Monica Gale. I am in charge of showing you around and explaining the company's policies,” she said. I stretched my hand forward for a handshake, but she didn't take it immediately. Instead, she stared at my hand scrutinizingly before finally taking it. “You and Xavier, huh?” she muttered as we pulled away.

“….Monica Scott, originally known as Selena Brown, only daughter of the late Brown, has returned back and a court proceeding to retrieve all her properties and assets from unknown man and woman who had taken all from her, has begun and it is now disclosed that all her companies which previously on the verge of bankruptcy are about to be grow as she had done with Monica Stores, a company started by her late mother. Woman who had some of her assets claimed Selena Brown simply had no idea what she was doing and just hopes to keep making everyone’s life a living hell, since she’s bored and married into a wealthy well-known family, The Scott’s. And she wasn’t going to let her thrive.” I sucked my