Monica Nobles Novels & Stories

“You know Monica?” Kalenga’s gaze didn’t waver. “We’ve crossed paths before. A long time ago—back when the Empress’s network still had tendrils in southern Africa. She was… useful. Knew the right people, had access to the kind of information you couldn’t buy, even if you tried.” Hembapu glanced between us. “Useful how?” Kalenga’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Let’s just say Monica Buccella has a way of making herself indispensable… and a way of disappearing when the trail gets too hot. If she’s helping you now, it’s because your fight overlaps with hers. But when that changes—”

cursed Albern. *** Meanwhile, at Albern's mansion in the city of Jakarta. Monica was seen there and as usual she always acted like she was powerful in Albern's large family home. Monica is the one who always manages the mansion. "Hey! You guys! Of course you know, right? That I am the future Mistress of this house? So, you have to obey me! Now I want to eat western food, so I want you to make it for me!" said Monica very arrogantly.

I called, “half an hour to show time.” “Thanks, Charlie,” Monica said, as she shimmied between me and the door frame. Her long bare legs made short work of the red room floor—we preferred red instead of green like in theater—as she strode toward her vanity and took a seat. The fishnet stockings she had on were dotted with glittering crystals at every cross section. I’d been eyeing them for weeks considering buying myself a pair, but the good ones cost upward of a couple hundred dollars. The money she earned during her routines made purchases like that no big deal to her. Monica was my highest grossing dancer. She’d been stripping here at Ascension since I first started as a dancer. She and I

"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.

"No other pack member was brave enough to go in, as there are rumors of those outcasts practicing witchcraft." "Really?" Rick asked, with a mischievous smile plastered on his face. "Do you know about the plant Clovaris?" Rick asked. "No I don't," Monica replied. "No?" Rick inquired. "But your family is known for their knowledge of herbalism, you're a Barker, correct?" Monica sighed. "Yes. I might have heard about it, but I don't have any business with the plant," She said casually. ", Or are you insinuating that because I know about herbs and plants, I killed the alpha prince?"

Monica turned her head to her aunt to ask whether she was chilly, but her aunt had placed a handkerchief on her mouth with medicine mixed in it, causing Monica to drop unconscious. “Cunt, did you think of yourself as a very high-ranked angel? William has taken everything away from us, and you have destroyed my daughter's beautiful face. I am going to teach you a valuable lesson first, and then I will utilize you like worms as bait to catch fish. I will reclaim everything from William after that—in fact, I intend to take more than I owned before," Diana's mother viciously said to unconscious Monica, who might not have imagined that the person crying was the same dangerous and self-centered in

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

She has managed to sit up, at least, but she is still on the linoleum floor and there are interns looking through the glass on the side of the room in concern. She flashes them a shaky smile so they don’t barge in to rescue her from herself. Nora smiles, well aware of her shock. “Of course. I’ll be sad to lose Monica for a month . . . or more” —she tacks on with a wink— “but I know she’ll be head over heels at this opportunity.” Is she seriously making fun of her at a time like this? She was going to kill her. After she kisses her for making her apply in the first place. “In fact, Jacqueline, Monica is here, taking notes for me. May I ask her to join us?” Nora inquires politely. She flails

Damn you, Nathan. "Arini, why are you still standing there? Come in, dear!" Nathan broke her reverie. Monica immediately went in when her hand was held by her husband, disappearing from Ambar's sight, which was also the safest way to avoid her envy. The old woman was still lying down with an oxygen tube as a breathing aid. Her condition was not completely stable; a pale face with a faint, almost invisible smile, hair adorned with a few white strands did not fade her beauty. It was a lie if Monica's presence here was because of the old woman; in reality, she was here because she wanted the freedom of a place to live and money. And now she had to perform a drama so that her real identity would

Monica abruptly grabs my hand and forces me to sit with the others when I am deep in thought. "Wow! Finally! Monica convinces you!" Justin said. "It thrilled us as you finally got along with us again," Jane said. "Why? She had never hung out with you guys before?" Caleb asks, and I stare at him again. "Hmm, Caleb, she's extremely busy. Don't you know that she's now a successful thoracic surgeon?" Monica proudly stated. "That's wonderful to know. I mean, not everyone can become a doctor. Who would have thought so? I'm pleased for you!"