Monica Graham Novels & Stories

Monica quipped, glaring at Gino and snickering when she caught sight of Cassidy's reddened cheeks, "This one is still mildly innocent. She needs to get use to my sense of humor." "I know you for years, Mono, and even I'm not use to that shit," I snorted, "but seriously, how are you?" Monica's face sobered, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. She let out a shaky breath, jade eyes becoming glassy. When she spoke, it sounded as if something clogged her throat. I felt her pain in my heart and felt the weight of her words on my shoulders, "I'm fine. I mean, I lost my beast because of the constant wolfsbane and silver but I'm still essentially me, right?"

I didn’t finish my sentence when she interrupted. “I am not coordinating the stage anymore. If you want to ask anything you can ask Mrs. Marwaha or Monica.” She said and left abruptly. Monica. Where the hell she came from? Monica was one of the trustee’s daughters. And kind of ‘bitch’. An attention seeker. Guys do all kinds of awful stuff to get her attention or should I say to get into her panties. She has never been with the same guy twice. I approached Mrs. Marwaha. she was busy with the participants. “Ma’am,” I stopped until she turned back to me.

When she shared the photos and videos with me, Monica kept scrutinizing my expression as if waiting for me to break down from what she said, but I had already given up on Grayson and could no longer feel anything about this. Monica came closer to me when she saw that her little trick did not work. She leaned against the deck's railing. "Aren't you happy with the present I got you, Ella? You dated Grayson for four years, and all I had to do was beckon at him, and he came with me. Do you think you can have everything just because you were born to such a good pair of parents? I'll take everything that belongs to you sooner or later!" With that, she suddenly leaned backward and screamed as she f

“Elaina is dying right now. Every second we waste posturing is a second closer to losing her.” Stone’s attention shifted to Monica. His expression changed—not softening exactly, but becoming more complicated. “Monica. I wondered if you’d be here.” “You know me?” Monica asked, sounding surprised. “I know everything,” Stone said. “Including that you were Melissa’s spy in the Creekwood Pack. That you fed her information for years. That you’re the reason she knew where Elaina was, what she was doing, who she cared about.” Monica went pale. Around us, our warriors erupted in angry shouts.

Monica Vardanovna Kardashian belonged to the category of so-called strong and independent women. And if such epithets used in relation to ladies often contain a fair amount of irony, then speaking of Monika Vardanovna they could be used without a shadow of hidden meaning. At 32, Monica was head of human resources at a car dealership.

Shelves lined with thick binders and neatly labeled files, a few framed certificates on the wall, and a big window with sunlight streaming in. The woman behind the desk stood when I entered. “Lila,” she said, smiling. “Welcome. I’m Monica.” She looked to be in her mid-fifties, with kind eyes behind simple glasses. Her hair was streaked with silver and pulled into a low bun. There was a softness to her face, but something in her posture told me she could be ruthless when she needed to be. “Hi,” I said, shaking her hand. My palm felt clammy against her firm grip. “Thank you for seeing me.”

Brie Monica arches her brow as she plucks another petal off the flower she’s been defacing for the last ten minutes in relative silence. She’s precariously perched on the railing of the upper deck, with an insane drop to sudden death beneath her, yet she doesn’t look the least bit fazed by it. Me, however? I adjust my position on a crate nearby, neatly crossing my legs and refusing to look over the railing and the lagoon below.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

“Well, if it isn’t the boss lady herself? I’m surprised to see you and the Jakobi fellow here at a promo party.” “Well Ms. Graham, I got an anonymous email informing me that my incredibly beautiful chief of marketing was down here doing a stellar job with the little Prime Theory fellow. Mentioned something about a possible deal from T-Mobile; I had to come check it out for myself.” I was definitely blushing at this point and I’m sure Serenity could see it. She only calls her employees by their last name when she’s impressed. “Why thank you Serenity and the anonymous caller. I told you we wouldn’t let you down.”

I said. Monica sat up, wincing as she stretched. "Fuck. My body feels like I ran a marathon." "You did run a marathon," Jade smirked. "Just not the kind with sneakers." Monica laughed gently, shaking her head. "That was–" She paused, searching for words. "That was the best sex of my life, hands down. No competition." Jade raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Really." Monica looked at both of us, her gaze sincere. "I've had my share of experiences, but nothing… nothing compares to what happened in this room." She paused, her cheeks flushing. "I’m sorry I judged you both quickly. Especially you, Van."