Monica Graham Novels & Stories

I questioned back. Monica glared at me with baffled disdain. “Excuse me? I’m worth millions—” “Maybe on paper.” I took a step closer. My vicious glare never left her. “But what about your actual character actually makes you valuable, Monica? Because I can’t seem to think of a single goodman thing. I know it was you who tried to sabotage the press conference. How did that turn out for you by the way?” “That joke of a press conference doesn’t matter anymore. All that anyone will be talking about is how you were offered money to leave James alone. All anyone is going to ever see you as is a common whore,” she spat out.

I wonder if he knows that I am aware of exactly what kind of person he is. “Miss Monroe, I don’t know that I would call it kidnapping. Your dear grandmother was merely concerned that you fell in with that group of…animals and only wanted your safe return”, putting emphasis on the word animals letting me know that he was aware of Gabe’s pack. I nod my head and keep eye contact with him, making sure to keep my facial expressions under control.

I said with a smile and whirled out of his grip, he moved his hand and smacked my ass before facing the pot and I giggled as I made my way back to the island. I popped a grape in my mouth as I stared into his back, I don't know if I should bring it up and it's a question that I extremely hate, "Um, Blake..." He turned around to face me and my resolve practically shattered, "My prom is coming up and I was wondering if you could take me shopping for a dress?" I blurted, not feeling the need or want to ask my other question. "Hmm..." he turned back to the pot, "what kind of dress do you have in mind?"

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.

--- [GC GROUP OF COMPANIES - GRAYSON'S OFFICE] Grayson sat behind his desk, reviewing a contract for a major real estate development in Germany. The numbers were good, the terms favorable, and he was about to sign off on the deal when his office door burst open. He looked up, irritation flashing across his face. "Ms. V, what..." "Sir, you have to see this," Monica said, her voice urgent as she rushed toward his desk with her tablet in hand. She had not knocked, had not asked permission to enter, had just barged in like the building was on fire.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“She might not love you but she would never do something like that.” “Do you think I cheated on her?” Allen scoffed. “What would I gain from having a mistress? My parents would kill me but she…she has all the right to do that.” “Enough all of you.” Old Grandpa shouted. “I will handle this but until then this matter stays in this room, until then prepare for the big day.” “What big day?” A voice shouted from behind. It was one of the shareholders of The Rodriguez's group. “I hope you do not plan on making her the chairman of the company after her infidelity.”

“I feel so utterly defeated. Like every step forward drags me back into the past.” Monica pulled me into a gentle embrace, her warmth enveloping me like a shield. “Shh, let it out. You’re not alone in this. I’ve watched you grow from that scared girl Camilla sold off to this fierce woman you are today. This evidence? It’s a weapon, not a wound. I will help you expose her schemes together." Her words were comforting, wise, but as I pulled back, a question burned in my mind—one that had nagged at me since Monica first appeared in my life, with her vintage gowns, her connections, her uncanny knowledge.

Damian and Sabrina were always close, and his death got her traumatized of losing someone, and also blame herself from not able to shift and defend her family. One of the poisoned guard mind-link me before his death, telling what he saw. Just before preparing for his duty, he catch a sight of our gamma, Meghan, put some strange powder into her muffins batter, but he never got suspicious, as she loves to share her baked goods to all pack members, and never once something bad happened. I managed to catch Randall after killing his mate with my own hands, she was about to throwing silver dagger toward Sabrina and I ripped off her head. Randall was in pain upon the severed mate bond. I gave him a

"Me? I suggest you G****e my name, darling. Monica Odell. Go on, I dare you to check it." Out of pride, Laura took her phone out and searched for the name on the internet. As it turned out, Monica Odell was a multimillionaire who owned a train of companies, ranging from makeup and beauty products, to a fashion store. She was not poor by any means. Laura swallowed, humbled and disgraced.