Monica Geller Bing Novels & Stories

"Ben?" Ben bit his lower lip and said, "I just came to check on you before going to the office since you didn't look too good after that call yesterday." His eyes permeated into Monica's for a moment, as Monica felt nervous. "I'm fine, trust me," she muttered, widening the gap between them with backward steps, as she led Ben into her apartment. "Have a seat, I'll be right back," Monica said in a shaky voice and dashed towards the bedroom. The only man who ever saw her exposed was Sly. Therefore, Ben seeing her like this made her feel vile. Soon, her doorbell rang again but she didn't step out and she didn't hear it ring a second time. She slipped on a pair of jean trousers and a tank top. Sh

She wanted to leave, she thought they'll resent her but Bella opened the door just when she turned to leave. "Ah... Hi" She stammered nervously, remembering that she owes Bella an apology too. "Hi" Bella responded sheepishly. "Err.. is everyone at home?" Monica asked as she walked in slowly. She was so scared of meeting The Bensons, she thought of what they might think about her. "I'll go announce to everyone that Mr Withney's daughter is here" Bella said. Seeing the culprit's daughter right in front of her disgust her somehow even though Monica has totally nothing to do with her father's death.

What she’s proposing to me is crazy. “Which, while we’re on the topic,” I mutter, “why do you even think I can break his heart? He’s Nash Pierce and I’m, well, not on his level.” The waiter hands Monica her card back before scurrying off. I don’t blame him—the look on her face makes me want to run away as well. Monica is known for being one hell of a ballbuster in Hollywood, and after meeting with her today, I can confirm what the tabloids say about her are true.

"Oh. I suppose you have some orders for me." Monica sighed softly. "I'm a woman, a War Advisor, how could I have orders for you?" Bill nodded in understanding. "You yourself, where do you want to go?" Monica asked in a tone that sounded so awkward. "I want to go to the training centre, Your Honour." "Uh, right. You are the War Advisor. Alright, go ahead. I won't bother you," Monica said. Bill smiled and then bowed in respect to the young queen before leaving. After Bill did not leave the area, Monica also chose to return to her private room and locked herself inside.

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

Monica: "Okay! I know. Contact me less in the future. I'll erase the call records. If you need anything, send me a message using the special software I sent you. No one can trace that software." "Benjamin is surrounded by elites. They can get access to these ordinary call records at any time." "I know. I'll be treated here for a year. Call me again when you succeed." Monica: "Okay!" She hung up the phone, a faint smile appearing on her face. Benjamin, you were born dazzling, like a poppy, addicting. She looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror. Her face was charming, beautiful, not inferior to Amanda's. She suddenly thought that a person should at least strive for someone once in thei

“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.”

"You can call me Monica." Anthony just nodded slowly. The woman seemed to have marked him since the first day he stepped into the hall. Monica Adler came from Ireland. She was a professor in the field of macroeconomics and was very famous for her ideas for developing the economy in Ireland. But despite her genius and beauty, Monica was an annoying woman because she was always trying to get his attention. "Tonight there will be a gala dinner and dance party." "Yeah, I heard about it," Anthony sipped his coffee slowly.

Monica said in her usual mocking tone. I sat on the edge of the leather couch, legs crossed, eyes scanning the room as if daring them to challenge me. The atmosphere was thick with disbelief, the silence almost deafening. I had just dropped a bomb, and I was relishing the way it detonated. Monica was the first to react. Her perfectly arched brow lifted as she tilted her head. “Gina? A philanthropist?" She scoffed. "Are we talking about the same woman who grew up with Lily? That Gina?"

Barnett is Alfred’s younger brother and Alfred’s only sibling in the world; as the only daughter of the Morrie family, Monica spends most of her time living in Morrie’s house with her uncle Alfred, while her parents live on the other side of town at a beach house. Monica is 20 years old and studied music at the university; she is a little shorter than Christa; has beautiful long hair and bright blue eyes. She is wearing a pink satin gown that shapes her perfectly. Unusually, Christa could get on well with most people, but not Monica. "Monica, back off. It is none of your business. I see you got to dress up like a princess again. "Christa turns her face, jerking her head in Monica’s direction