Novel & Cerita Monica Graham

Her gaze travelled from the younger lady to the older one, then back to the younger, "Does it ring a bell?" Anna was the only lady who did not know what was happening. Her brother and his friends were also in a state of oblivion. But as anyone else, they kept quiet for the three women to explain. With the way things were, Monica seemed like the only woman who still had her sense of speech. Rebecca was still trying to stammer her words, "Maitland? Do you happen to be…" "Yes," Monica answered before the question was finished, her smile widening even more, "I am Monica Maitland, the daughter to the late Duke of Kilmarnock, Maitland Avani."

I got up to greet him, but Monica beat me to it, stepping forward with an exaggerated grin. “So…you’re the famous Crest. My sister’s architect-slash-heartache. I’ve heard… things.” Crest paused mid-handshake, then let out a low laugh. “Heartache, huh? Not sure that’s the title I was going for.” “Oh, don’t worry,” she said, shaking his hand warmly. “You’ve been promoted. She talks about you like you’re a Greek god with blueprints.” “Monica.” I groaned, my cheeks burning. She winked at me.

, she commented as she played with her nails, I stared at her with a non concern look, if only she knew I want hurt, who ever Lucas fucked was non of my business, I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time he fucked someone and I had accepted it as it is, all I wanted was his trust and nothing else mattered. I attempted to walk away but no, the girl was persistent, maybe she just wanted to rub what she saw as a fortune all over my face and I was getting pissed off by it. “Hi, I am Monica,” she voiced out as she smirked at me. “Nice achievement Monica, congratulations on your promotion,” I complimented and I could see the fury on her face. I rolled my eyes. I really hope she doesn’t turn out

Being pregnant wasn’t really what Camila thought it was going to be. She threw up almost every morning and had very weird cravings throughout the entire day. Her temper was a very high notch and Roman even got annoyed. She could hardly do much because she felt sick all the time so Roman became her personal caretaker.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

I guess it will be long before they start to accept each other's relations, clearing all other differences between them. And while I'm seeing them both chatting together, I'm worried about what Grace wants to talk about to me because her face doesn't seem to change even after dinner. She seems to be in some kind of deep thoughts, I don't know what, but the question is, do I want to ask her the reason for it? I guess I have to, she is pregnant and her mood affects not only her health but also her baby's. Grace is both Daniel's girlfriend and the mother of the child and Jayce's sister, so my relationship with her doubles somehow, so taking care is my responsibility too.

Enraged, Monica grabbed the coffee mug and splashed it on Jemma’s face, "You bitch!" The commotion caught everyone's attention, and people started watching the drama unfold. Monica raised her voice, "Don't sympathize with her. Do you even know who she is? She hooks up with rich people, carries kids without getting married, then blackmails them into marrying her. Just like her mother did. Shameful!" Monica shouted for all to hear, leaving Jemma feeling ashamed, closing her eyes and lowering her head.

What she’s proposing to me is crazy. “Which, while we’re on the topic,” I mutter, “why do you even think I can break his heart? He’s Nash Pierce and I’m, well, not on his level.” The waiter hands Monica her card back before scurrying off. I don’t blame him—the look on her face makes me want to run away as well. Monica is known for being one hell of a ballbuster in Hollywood, and after meeting with her today, I can confirm what the tabloids say about her are true.

I sneered anxiously as I watched a deadpan expression contort Sydney's face. She gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning her attention to me with sullen eyes, "He says he's taking it easy on you because he knows Monica will bust your balls when you finally officially meet her." "Monica?" Confusion riddled not only my face but my tone as well. I had heard the name but couldn't remember who it belonged to. Sydney's smile was otherworldly when she answered me, "Monica — momma Grace's best friend and the coolest chick I know."