Monica Geller Novels & Stories

Now I am certain that she got rid of him. Monica pulled away, smiling sweetly. "I've heard a lot about you, Mister Daniel. Anthony won't stop talking about you and how charming of a businessman you are. Now I see it." Her gaze flickered to Anthony, who beamed with pride. "In my defense, I said you speak so effortlessly, so charmingly," Mister Huang defended. "That's the same thing, honey," Monica said, sharing a smile with her husband. I felt a crude sensation in the pits of my stomach. I know Monica better than myself, and the last thing she can ever agree to is seeing me with someone else. Monica's warmth and charm were just a facade, a clever disguise for the calculating and ruthless pers

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.

I called, “half an hour to show time.” “Thanks, Charlie,” Monica said, as she shimmied between me and the door frame. Her long bare legs made short work of the red room floor—we preferred red instead of green like in theater—as she strode toward her vanity and took a seat. The fishnet stockings she had on were dotted with glittering crystals at every cross section. I’d been eyeing them for weeks considering buying myself a pair, but the good ones cost upward of a couple hundred dollars. The money she earned during her routines made purchases like that no big deal to her. Monica was my highest grossing dancer. She’d been stripping here at Ascension since I first started as a dancer. She and I

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.

Hearing this, Monica became furious. "Damn you, Nathan! He can't even control his own lust. I don't know what goes through that man's head." "Do your best! I will return tomorrow. Make sure she keeps resting!" "Understood, Madam." Monica returned and was driven back to Nathan’s residence. To play the role of Arini, she had to act as if she knew nothing. Monica sat back in front of the television, using a burner phone to receive updates from her subordinates.

Our parents never pursued what happened that day, because my father was the Alpha and it would have resulted into a lot of controversies. I kept Monica's secret for years... up until now. The look of betrayal in her eyes wasn't enough to draw sympathy from me. Mrs Gills was mum's nanny and moved with her when she got married. She was like a family member and mum mourned her for a long time. If she found out that Monica deliberately killed her, she would never forgive her. Monica acted nonchalantly and tough, but I knew her heart wouldn't be able to take that. She would kill to get mum's approval.

Shelves lined with thick binders and neatly labeled files, a few framed certificates on the wall, and a big window with sunlight streaming in. The woman behind the desk stood when I entered. “Lila,” she said, smiling. “Welcome. I’m Monica.” She looked to be in her mid-fifties, with kind eyes behind simple glasses. Her hair was streaked with silver and pulled into a low bun. There was a softness to her face, but something in her posture told me she could be ruthless when she needed to be. “Hi,” I said, shaking her hand. My palm felt clammy against her firm grip. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“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.”

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.

Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings. "Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine. "Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute." "Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room. "Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement. "I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.