Monica Gellar Novels & Stories

A beautiful, older woman, Monica had bronzed skin and long, straight black hair tinged with white every now and again, almond-shaped eyes colored a stormy gray, and a quiet disposition that spoke of age and wisdom. Raphael led her down the hall, and when he opened the door to Serena’s bedroom, she entered, going immediately to her. Raphael made to leave but Monica stopped him. “You may stay. In fact maybe you should. Already I sense a deep connection here between you two and I may not be able to do this alone.” “I don’t know what I’ll be able to do.” He looked at her, filled with shame. “I’m a healer, Monica, but I’m broken.”

Monica hissed, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Giselle stopped. She didn't look startled; she looked inconvenienced obviously. She adjusted the cuff of her robe and met Monica’s gaze with a terrifyingly calm stare. "I’m fairly certain I finished with you earlier," Giselle said. "Unless you’ve come to ask for the Wi-Fi password? It’s 'Irrelevant,' with a capital I." "What was that back there?" Monica stepped closer, her heels clicking aggressively on the floor. "You think because you have a ring on your finger that you can talk to me like I’m some dirt stain? You think you can humiliate me in front of Chase and his father?"

This is the nicest space I’ve been in since packing all my bags and moving out to California. When I got the text from my agent—AKA my best friend Riley—to meet Monica Masters in an hour, I didn’t believe it at first. Monica is the right-hand woman to music icon: Nash Pierce. I thought this meeting might give me the opportunity to be one of the dancers on his upcoming world tour. It turns out, what Monica wants from me is a bit more complicated.

When I raised my hand a third time, Lilian caught my trembling wrist. "Don't dirty yourself. "Security, throw her out." Two security guards stepped forward, pinning Monica's arms behind her back as they dragged her away. Lilian slipped her arm through mine, her touch warm and unshakable. I gave her one last look. Curled in the rain, she was nothing but a husk. "Monica, this is the end." Three months later, under the flash of spotlights, the final 'Caged' collection stunned the world.

"Last one—from @EyesOnTheInside: You look a lot like Indiana Hills Norbert. Are you both related? The air in the studio shifted. Tighter. Thinner. Monica held her breath for a moment. Then she smiled, just slightly. "I would take that as a compliment. Indiana Hills Norbert was an icon, who wouldn't want to be related to her?" The reporter stared at her for a beat, sensing the her pain. "And that wraps up our Q&A. Monica, thank you for your honesty." Monica nodded, still composed, but inside, her pulse was racing. Indiana Hills Norbert. That was rare. * * *

"Me? I suggest you G****e my name, darling. Monica Odell. Go on, I dare you to check it." Out of pride, Laura took her phone out and searched for the name on the internet. As it turned out, Monica Odell was a multimillionaire who owned a train of companies, ranging from makeup and beauty products, to a fashion store. She was not poor by any means. Laura swallowed, humbled and disgraced.

Benjamin interrupted her ruthlessly this time. Monica's eyes were dull, like a rag doll, broken and unbearable, without a soul. Her eyes were desolate, and her whole body was icy cold. So, she wasn't even worthy of liking him. She knew she wasn't worthy because she knew she couldn't get him. The last ray of light in her heart dissipated, and she was like death, unable to sense everything outside. Monica was taken away, and the news that Monica was Red Fox, the number one criminal endangering network security, was arrested.

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

With me. Glancing at Malik, I notice the Alpha of Love looking very thoughtful. I decide to ask him what he is thinking about. "I think we should get a gaze reader in...Maybe she can see what happened to Lexia," he says. Everyone pauses, as the first words of reason for the day come out of Malik's mouth. Of course. A Gaze Reader could look into my eyes, and predict where we find Lexia in the future. If we find her.

“What can I help you with, Monica?” She looked around the office, nervously. He imagined she was looking for someone who really could put her in her place, Celia. Since her space was in the far corner of the office, it wasn’t likely she’d heard what was going on, nor was she likely to wander this far to the front. Still, Monica was checking her surroundings for predators, like a gazelle on the savanna. “Could we talk in your office for a few minutes? I won’t keep you long.”