Monica Geller Novels & Stories

I no more feel tiresome, no stress today, overall it was a nice day. I wonder if having a mate can give me peace of mind. I take out my phone from the pocket and g****e for gay people. As the result shows up, I get shocked to know that my favorite series characters, Barney Stinson, Sheldon Cooper are gay in real life. Sheldon, okay. BUT BARNEY!! I again think of Ethan as my mate. The first thing that pops up in my head is intimacy. I wonder how gay people make love, never have I ever been attracted to any man other than Ethan.

One girl even pointed. “I think they’re talking about me,” Stacey muttered. “They are,” Lily confirmed. “It’s the video. And… Derrick.” Derrick scratched the back of his head. “Ignore them. If I paid attention to everything people said, I’d go insane.” “Too late,” Lily joked. Just then, Monica appeared at the hallway turn, her two minions trailing behind her like shadows. She was dressed in a perfectly pressed uniform and a smug expression. She locked eyes with Stacey, her lips already curling.

With nothing left to focus on, they gradually wandered away from the rolling shutter. "Who are you?" Monica Fletcher asked as soon as they reached the second floor, standing with her base members as she questioned Hayley. "I'm Hayley Reid, from Haylight League." "Haylight League?" Monica's delicate brows tightened slightly. "Never heard of it?" Hayley didn't avoid Monica's gaze at all as she openly sized the woman up. Monica looked about 29. Her features were clean and balanced. She wasn't a breathtaking beauty, but her figure was outstanding, and she carried a strong, commanding presence.

Instead, she continued typing on her phone before she dropped it and stood up. She walked past us towards the staircase while Clinton and I continued watching her. She didn't climb the stairs and I thought it was because another footsteps were coming. I was right because a lady finally came down, a wide grin plastered on her face. Clinton froze beside me as if caught in a sudden frost, his entire demeanor stiffening like a statue carved from ice. On the stairs stood a stunning lady who looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. Her golden pixie-cut hair framed her face perfectly, and her skin glowed with a radiant brilliance.

I'm coming right now," Zachary said and hung up the phone. ... When Monica opened her eyes, she saw someone standing by the bed. As she realized it was an elderly lady about her age but in better spirits, she calmly sat up and looked at the person without saying anything. "Do you know where this is?" Nancy Keller looked down at her with a superior attitude, and her tone was filled with arrogance. "I don't need to know where this is. You just need to understand that if something happens to me, the secrets you want to hide won't stay hidden." Monica showed no fear of Nancy before her. Her confident demeanor made Nancy's face gradually turn cold.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

"Guess what I got you." Monica turned the wrapped gift over in her hands, examining it curiously. "Hmm... I have no idea." "It's a really powerful vibrator," Carolina announced enthusiastically, her voice far louder than necessary. Monica's eyes widened in embarrassment, and she immediately clamped a hand over Carolina's mouth. "Shut up, you idiot! Do you want to expose me?" she hissed, frantically looking around to make sure no one had heard. Unfortunately, her gaze landed on Marcello, who was standing only a short distance away.

A blonde woman approached with her arms folded across her chest and a smirk on her face. She wore a fitted navy-blue dress that accentuated her slim figure. Her sharp eyes darted between me and Ryan, who was still trying to fight the security guards. “I am Monica Gale. I am in charge of showing you around and explaining the company's policies,” she said. I stretched my hand forward for a handshake, but she didn't take it immediately. Instead, she stared at my hand scrutinizingly before finally taking it. “You and Xavier, huh?” she muttered as we pulled away.

Williams replied coolly. "If you say so. I guess she must really be that special to you." George said flatly. Williams replied in a nod and took a sip of his wine. "That reminds me, there was this maid who used to work her. Her name is Rebecca, I think. I no longer see her anymore. Did she quit?" Williams asked him curiously, pretending not to know his wife. "Oh, Rebecca! You still remember her. She no longer works here. She left on her own; I still don't know the reason why she decided to go though. Don't tell me you are interested in her?" George said, being a little suspicious about his question.

' I really didn't want to pick it up as I was in no mood to take calls so I listened to my ringtone until it stopped ringing. To my utter irritation, it started ringing again. 'Who the heck is calling me?' I thought grumpily. Taking a deep breath I picked the call without checking who the caller was. "Giordana Eleanor Quinton I demand an explanation for what I'm seeing on the news channel!" The very familiar voice yelled. Okay... For Ella to call me by my complete name means serious trouble. Baffled I replied to her. "Please I'm too young to go deaf Daniella and what have I got to do with whatever you heard on the news channel?" I asked.