Monica Geller Novels & Stories

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

Eliza picks up the pace to keep step with her as she strides confidently through the mall. Claudia walks straight into a wedding boutique and accosts the staff member at the counter. She smiles sweetly, but her tone is cold. “Is Gerald in?” The girl at the counter nods, frowning. “Fetch him for us please, Monica?” She said Monica’s name with a hint of venom. Ah, she knew the girl, and didn’t like her much by the sounds of it. She rolls her eyes as she returns to the group. “Sorry, Monica has such a bitchy attitude towards me every time I come in with clients. Gerald, however, is a sweetheart. Scan the racks, Hon. See if there’s anything that stands out to you.”

But not Jake Carson. He got embarrassed and let go of me immediately. I didn’t see his eyes divert down even for a second. Maybe I am being too bitchy. He also apologized immediately but I am still mad at him for sending Henry back without my permission. How am I supposed to function when there is an Adonis outside, monitoring my every step? I was about to get up from the floor and take a shower when my phone rang, I pulled it out and groaned. Mom. “Hello Mom.”

' In her thoughts, Monica smirked inwardly, presenting an innocent victim facade in front of the media. "I want to clarify that I didn't take any design or outfit without proper authorization. Also, I was dealing with health issues not too long ago, and you can verify this with my doctor. My assistant, Ella White, has been present since the beginning." Monica tilted her head towards Ella, who stood beside her, and blinked subtly.

Her eyes did a quick scan—cheap coat, off-shoulder cardigan, no-name jeans, grocery-store mascara—and her smile went tight. Polite but dismissive. The kind of smile that said wrong store, sweetheart. Then she saw Liam and her smile changed. It was warm, interested, and hungry. "Mr. Klein." She came around the counter, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. "It's good to see you again." Monica. Her name tag said Monica. She was tall. Blonde. The kind of beautiful that came with a price tag. The kind Arthur would notice across a crowded room. And she was definitely eye-fucking him.

The only title I would ever hold in the pack house was that of housekeeper. I arrived at work that day and Boris, the butler, immediately told me I was to report to Luna Turner in her office. I checked my watch to make sure that I hadn't been late. I was right on time. I got a sick feeling in my stomach wondering what I may have done to warrant a meeting with Luna Turner. She had always been nice to me because of her past with my parents, but she was the type of woman who expected perfection. I was terrified I had done something to let her down. I needed this job if I was going to be able to move away from uncle Laurence. I made my way up the grand staircase of the pack house, the nerves ma

A beautiful, older woman, Monica had bronzed skin and long, straight black hair tinged with white every now and again, almond-shaped eyes colored a stormy gray, and a quiet disposition that spoke of age and wisdom. Raphael led her down the hall, and when he opened the door to Serena’s bedroom, she entered, going immediately to her. Raphael made to leave but Monica stopped him. “You may stay. In fact maybe you should. Already I sense a deep connection here between you two and I may not be able to do this alone.” “I don’t know what I’ll be able to do.” He looked at her, filled with shame. “I’m a healer, Monica, but I’m broken.”

Beverly Carington "I'm nervous.. why am I nervous?" Becca asked as she held my hand tightly. We are both currently sitting in front of my laptop waiting for the announcement. Since I'm back in New York, I went to a lot of interviews and to a lot of companies to get a job. A real job.. I promised grandma that I will get a real job once I get back to New York. And again.. I've been rejected by 3 companies so far and now I'm waiting for the Architect Hive to announce whether I'm accepted or not.

Monica's heart leapt with joy. She felt as if she was dreaming. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her mom and dad in the villa. They were equally excited to see her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Sly had called Christiana to arrange a surprise party for Monica with the help of Dickson before he left Atlanta for Dubai with Monica. He recalled that everyone at home had seen Meg when she came; therefore, he wanted them to know that Monica was the only woman for him.