Monica Gellar Novels & Stories

Keada had discovered who had perpetrated the high profile crimes within her territory. And it was Monica. There was evidence that Monica had taken a human donor and drained him—probably due to lack of control, or maybe because she just didn't care. I say the last because there was also evidence that she had committed the high profile crimes within Keada's territory. Monica had evidently gone rogue, and if found guilty, she would be put to death by my Council and by me. ~*~ I stood in the Council house feeling as if I was about to be placed on trial again and reliving the moments after the silver had been wrapped around my body.

(MELISSA'S POV) I woke up and rubbed off sleep from my eyes now that I'm in human world I feel weak unlike in Atlantica where I work all the time without getting tired. My stomach grumble and I sighed. I'm so hungry I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room to where there were big boxes of human rocks that spread down towards the sitting room where we first met yesterday. I gently and carefully climbed down the human Rock and I smiled when I reached the end I looked around the entire sitting room as he called it but couldn't find what to eat. Remembering the sea I smiled happily and immediately opened the door and ran out of the house towards the sea.

I arched my brows at Cahil Asturia who is every inch a class of her own in her white racerback dress. "Why would I?" I tried to keep off my eyes on the pair but the rumble in my head wouldn't let me. Cahil laughed which made me look back at her. "Monica is one sly girl, a desperate one I think. She will do anything just to get whatever she wants and your man is her number one target. Did you know she stalked Maverick for more or less two years now? Even when she is in a committed relationship, she can easily break up with her current boyfriend if she finds out that Maverick is single again. The girl is creepy."

Paul replied casually. Monica’s eyes widened in slight surprise before it narrowed when she realized that she wasn’t the only one who realized that they were being watched just now. It didn’t seem to bother Paul, and frankly, it didn’t really bother her either. However, it might cause her some trouble if words were to get out. Controlling the girls and making sure that they behaved well was her job and she didn’t want anything complicating that or making her life harder. “Her name is Mila,” Monica replied emotionlessly.

Monica almost forgot and quickly said, "Sorry, Sunohara-san, it is my first time to see a girl with gyaru style, by the way, my name is Monica Oga, nice to meet you." "Eh? Really? So has Nana taken your first time?" Nana asked with a teasing smile. "...If you say something like that, you're going to misunderstand the people around us," Monica said with a speechless expression. Nana chuckled and said, "It's hilarious, but is it your first time to see gyaru?" "Yes, in Kyoto, I have never seen a girl with gyaru style," Monica said. "Eh? Really? You're from Kyoto? That's kind of cool!" Nana seemed to be very excited when she heard that Monica was from Kyoto, but then there was one important ques

A loud masculine voice came from inside the office. The father and daughter walked into the office. “ Oh my goodness! Is that you, Levi?” The principal stood up with a wide smile on his lips. “ Yes, Roland, it's me. I'm here to enrol my daughter.” Gamma Levi replied, with a smile. “ Nicki, right?” Mr Roland asked and Nicki nodded. “ Good day sir.” Nicki was already tired from the trip and just wanted to rest in her dorm. She was tired of all the greetings and formalities.

The woman was dressed in a deep blue silk dress, her ears and neck adorned with sapphire jewelry, and on her finger sat an enormous pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring—the same shade of blue as her outfit. It seemed Zac was right. His mother was indeed the kind of person who would buy an entire set of jewelry just to match a dress. Monica looked at her with an expression as if she were examining something she found distasteful. Her eyes were filled with criticism. “You must be Charlotte Riley?” Monica’s voice was indifferent, her tone carrying an air of condescension. Charlotte remained polite. “Hello, Mrs. Gibson.” “Mm.” Monica stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over the room before finally settli

I whispered, my voice laced with urgency. “What's wrong?” She asked, “Just like you predicted, Monica is watching my every move. She suspects that Lily's miscarriage was not a coincidence. She is trying to pin the blame on either Julian or I.” “Just today? That was very quick. She must have smelt a fish even before she came to the house. Monica has always had sharp instincts, even old age can't make it blunt.” Gina said. “So what do you suggest that we do now, Ma'am? I had to call you at this hour because she could catch me if I call you during the day.” I said.

Finally, we reached the moment everyone had been waiting for. "And now," the announcer said, milking every second of suspense, "the winner of the title for the world’s largest company is..." The crowd leaned forward. I exhaled sharply, my gaze fixed on the stage. "...none other than the Great Prestigious Giselle & Co." My world tilted. "Impossible!" Monica’s screech shattered the stunned silence. Heads turned, murmurs rippling through the hall. "Monica, enough," I commanded, my voice low but cutting.

She held press conferences, gave interviews, and met with key stakeholders, projecting an image of strength and stability. “We will not be intimidated,” she declared at a press conference. “We will not be deterred. We will fight back against these attacks, and we will emerge stronger than ever.” Her words resonated with the public, bolstering confidence in the Romano Conglomerate and stemming the tide of negative publicity. As they dug deeper into Marcus Lee’s network, they uncovered a shocking connection: Monica Bellucci. “She’s been working with Marcus all along,” Veronica said, her voice filled with disgust. “The pregnancy scandal, the lies, the manipulation… it was all part of his plan t