Monica Geller Novels & Stories

I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before answering her. "I-Is Mrs. Clarkson there?" I asked the maid anxiously and swallowed hard. The person I was looking for is not an ordinary woman in this society. She was well known for being rich and having businesses across the globe. That woman was Clark's mother who was extremely wealthy. My knees were shaking out of fear and nervousness. Nervous due to the idea that Clark and his mother got into trouble because of me. Getting nervous because I know Clark's mom already knew that I was a prostitute.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

Georgia and Gregor immediately turned to him,Annabella also stood up from her seat,still holdinh Alex "Doctor tell me what's going on...please" Georgia said impatiently "Who are you??" The Doctor asked "I'm here mom....her real mother" Georgia said and the Doctor looked at Annabella who didn't say a word "You can talk to me Doctor" Gregor spoke up "Okay sir...can I see you privately....." "Say the f**k you want to say right here!!" Annabella yelled "What's wrong with her?" Gregor asked calmly "Its...food poisoning" The doctor said

Monica mocked, reaching for the hallway as her eyes scanned the people in the room, but Ben was not among them. Rilika felt compelled to strangle Monica because Monica's words were absolutely repulsive to her. She was the Lawrence Family's princess, and Monica was nothing more than a beggar in her eyes. Rilika fumed as her eyes shot glares at Monica for having the gall to say such a thing in front of her. “Monica,” Jessica approached her and hugged her shoulders before whispering near her ears, "Thank you so much, Monica! I will be your eternal debt!"

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

"No one told her to have ulterior motives in her dealings with us. Now she must be our guinea pig." Monica rose slowly, weaving and nearly falling off her heels. She looked a hot mess. Blood had spilled down her blouse, soaking it red. She reached out blindly for Alexis, but he glanced down at his pristine white clothing and took a step back. "Oh for goodness sakes." I helped Monica sit. Monica made mewling sounds as blood poured from her eyes, nose, and mouth. "It has all been lies," she whimpered. "I thought I would one day sit on the Elder Council…but I can't. I'm not Golden. I can't…"

Gasps. "What?" Ella squealed. "That advertisement when you debuted was actually real?" Monica nodded. "‘911, what’s your emergency? It’s Monica Banks—she’s too hot to handle!’" Ella mimicked the voice from the ad. Monica laughed as the girls squealed again. A comfortable silence settled in. For a moment, it felt like they had truly bonded. Then Candy clapped her hands, breaking the quiet. "Okay girls, back to our game!"