Monica Geller Novels & Stories

But what? ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms Gold,’ Monica said in an uneasy voice. It wasn’t until the woman spoke that Rachel’s memory came into focus. Linda Monroe . Her childhood friend had certainly changed during the past ten years. The beauty that rags and grime had hidden during their adolescence was now as polished as a cut diamond. But there was no denying that the slender, elegant woman before her was the same dirt-poor, struggling girl Rachel had grown up with in South Dallas.

The gallery door opened and Monica walked in seeming out of breath as she looked up at me with her flushed face. She had been a lot of help with grabbing all of Bella’s paintings and loading them up in the car with Danny today. She didn’t even think twice when I had asked her if she could help Janet and him. Unfortunately I would have no choice but to fire her because she was clearly an obstacle I didn’t need in my life. Bella didn’t like her and I would rather deal with Liam and his problems than Bella and hers. Monica walked to me with a soft expression on her face as she looked down at Bella. “Did you need anything from me?” She asked as she looked back up at me.

“How did you know about that?.” “Gwen, listen I've always known all about you before now.” “ I've been following you from the very first day you came to Lycester.” “ I promise you, I'm not a stalker.” “What!?.” “ Listen, it's hard to explain, but I work for the earth pack lady.” “She asked me to keep an eye on you and ensure I don't get seen or interfere with your life.” “She took me in when I got kicked out of my pack.” “I'm sorry.” “I know your life may be complicated right now, and may have also had serious setbacks over the past few days but I'm here to help.” “ I'm here to make you feel better.” “Your mate will be married to her soon. “I don't think it's something you should watch.”

I would be Mrs Sergio Andretti, the perfect bride and mafia wife, by the end of the morning. A knock sounded at the door and caused me to turn around. When I do, I spot my little sister, Carlotta, as she peeks in with her eyes closed. Oh, boy, now I had to deal with this fake little puppet as well. “Are you decent?” she asks, and I let out a perfectly timed chuckle. “I am,” I answer her, and she opens her eyes before walking inside. The unmistakable glint of jealousy flared in her green eyes, but it was gone just as quickly. “You look beautiful, Caterina - ever the virginal Mafia bride,” she gushes with a hint of envy to her voice and accentuates the word ‘virginal’.

Monica pulled a small device from her pocket. "Everyone freeze," she said pleasantly, "or I press this button, and some very unpleasant things will happen to people you care about." Isaiah's voice was deadly calm. "What do you want, Monica?" "What do I want?" She laughed, the sound unhinged. "I want you to understand what it feels like to lose everything. I want Zella to watch her perfect life burn. I want…" Her composure cracked slightly. "I want you to hurt the way I've hurt. I wanted you for so long yet you chose this little bitch over me, over and over!”

Monica is the one breaking the silence as she stares at my mother, offering her a small smile. “You’re missed there,” my mother says politely, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at Monica. No one is missing her, from what I have heard; everyone pities her, but no one is really missing her, as everyone thought she was a bitch. She is one of the most hated women in New York City. “You’re too kind,” Monica says, and my mother smiles at her. “This salad is stunning, Ophelia,” my mother says, and Ophelia smiles, and as she is about to reply to my mother, Monica interrupts.

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?"

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Monica's face broke into a wide grin as she lowered her sunglasses, locking eyes directly with the woman. "Well, look who's coming out," Monica remarked mockingly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Charles followed Monica's gaze. "It's Jasmine Harold, our top model, apparently pregnant," he commented, as if still in disbelief at what he was witnessing. Monica smiled slyly, a smile filled with scheming and deceit. "Wouldn't it be quite shocking if everyone knew the condition of a Jasmine Harold right now, Charles?" Her voice carried a veiled threat, as if she had already planned a thousand ways to manipulate Jasmine and Seth.

Monica spoke lightly as she took a magazine from the table and flipped through the pages, looking at photographs of attractive models. “And keep in mind that she has been working here for quite some time to the outside world,” William said as he glanced at Monica, thinking if he would hire a bodyguard for her. “Mr. Mackenzie, I would be delighted to assist you." Hanson agreed with anything they stated as he prevented his mind from concocting elaborate explanations for this woman's relationship with Mr. Mackenzie. He suggested something. "Actually, one of our best show stoppers is arriving today. I think madam should remain here today. If he wants to train you, you'll be able to accomplish it