Monica Gellar Novels & Stories

“Yes, I’m Monica Reed, a good friend of Cassandra. Do you know her?” Mariah nodded. "No wonder you looked so familiar. I must've seen you somewhere before," Monica muttered to herself. After a moment, she noticed Miss Waverly sitting nearby and asked, “What are you two discussing?” Mariah explained her purpose in coming. Monica’s eyes widened. "What a coincidence! I’m actually one of the artists your company contracted." At her reminder, Mariah recalled seeing Monica's name on the contract. Knowing she was Cassandra’s friend, Monica felt reassured. Anyone with Cassandra’s trust was, in her eyes, someone reliable. ***

A handsome older woman stepped onto the platform and shook hands with Artie before he stepped down. "As Mr. Coates explained, I am Monica Slater and I am general counsel for ConPharmaMax..."she started. So she was their lawyer I guess. She talked for like twenty minutes about liability and other stuff. It all boiled down to "please don't sue us, be grateful we saved your lives, and if you play ball we might be able to get you some money or something while we find a good way to cut off your dicks." All in all, it wasn't too enlightening. They seemed more concerned about covering their asses than fixing our problem.

“You know Monica?” Kalenga’s gaze didn’t waver. “We’ve crossed paths before. A long time ago—back when the Empress’s network still had tendrils in southern Africa. She was… useful. Knew the right people, had access to the kind of information you couldn’t buy, even if you tried.” Hembapu glanced between us. “Useful how?” Kalenga’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Let’s just say Monica Buccella has a way of making herself indispensable… and a way of disappearing when the trail gets too hot. If she’s helping you now, it’s because your fight overlaps with hers. But when that changes—”

I growled, slamming the folder shut. Right then, my phone buzzed on the desk. I snatched it up. "Hey, Dad. Everything OK?" His voice came through, tense. "What’s the name of that private investigator you use? My guy’s retired." "Cole Maddox. What’s going on?" A pause. Then Elliot sighed heavily. "Monica. I tried confronting her about her role in Desiree’s mess. Figured I’d catch her off guard, so I went to that studio where she claims she has art class every Thursday night."

Moreover, she determined, he was safer than the lecherous eyes around her whom she did not know. Half an hour passed and Cole's manager arrived. Monica was a woman in her late thirties, married with one child. She had been Cole's manager for four years now and was doing a fantastic job in getting him sponsorships and jobs. Of course, she benefitted from it all. Cole stuck around with her, for she had experienced in showbiz and had the right connections. Wearing a glittering black dress, Monica flipped her hair back and said to Cole, "I can't believe you brought her here."

My hormones were probably the reason, I wouldn’t naturally just blurt that out. Cory shrugged “they always say that , they’re just jealous you got him before they did”. the two girls hurried past us with apologetic looks. “those were the girl?” he asked. I waved him off “it’s fine, Im okay”. He looked skeptical but he shrugged “come to my office, I’ll make you some coffee and we can watch something”. Cory’s office was very similar to Roman’s office and funny enough the picture of Bella was also on Cory’s desk but I didn’t question it. Cory made me a cup of coffee and handed me some muffins, he put on Despicable and we began to watch. Halfway into the movie, Roman burst into the room. “Camil

' In her thoughts, Monica smirked inwardly, presenting an innocent victim facade in front of the media. "I want to clarify that I didn't take any design or outfit without proper authorization. Also, I was dealing with health issues not too long ago, and you can verify this with my doctor. My assistant, Ella White, has been present since the beginning." Monica tilted her head towards Ella, who stood beside her, and blinked subtly.

Heath should warn them. Monica seemed fixated on messing with their reputation. She was unsure of Monica’s intentions, as they weren’t as extreme as usual. There was drama and reputational damage. But the spectacular excitement or showmanship wasn’t there. Monica loved to be known for causing the damage and drama. Otherwise, she couldn’t be the victim without those kind-hearted people’s pity and the attention her lies gave her.

I asked her, and she smiled at me. "I asked Gail to let me brief you on the meetings with West corp this morning," She said, and I frowned at her. The girl was too damn stubborn for her good. "The next time you go beyond your job description with me, Monica, consider yourself fired. Let me be clear about something. Other than the right-wing and the breakfast table, I do not want to see your face. When you see me, you hide. Are we clear?" I asked, and she shook. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Mark tipped his hat and opened the cab door for me. “Mark.” I shot a dazzling smile his way and got into the car, smoothly passing him a ten-dollar bill as I did so. He returned my smile as the cab pulled away, and I relaxed back in the chair, breathing deeply. The ride home was when Christy Lopez became Gina McCartney, when the call girl becomes the real girl. Until my cell buzzes in my hand and my agent’s name flashes on the screen. I swallowed my sigh. “Monica.” “You’re late, Gina.”