Monica Nobles Novels & Stories

she said. Monica is a girl who moved to New York City alone. All of his family are in Chicago. Monica was born into an affluent family. His father was a teacher, and his mother was a seamstress. "How is mother?" muttered Monica as she closed her eyes. At the same time, suddenly his cell phone rang. "Who is it? Why is the number unknown?" muttered Monica. Without thinking further, Monica also accepted the call. "Hello." "Hi beautiful. Am I bothering you?"

They weren't competition for her, but they made good minions. Monica on the other hand was the only one who was able to make an headstart. She had a private audience with the Prince. Unchaperoned too! As scandalous as it was, it was allowed. Monica seemed to be pulling out every trick in the book to ensure she would win. And then there was Elizabeth. Boring and unremarkably plain Elizabeth from House Astoria, the richest noble house. And also House Astoria had always been close to the Royal Family. A union between the two families had been long anticipated.

It took God's miracle for her to have survived the injury in her head. Who would have thought the person she had loved the most back then would hurt her so badly in this way? "Mom!" Monica's voice rose in the air. Kylie opened her eyes to find her Monica,one of the twins coming to her and her twin brother Mason coming after her. "What is it?" Kylie asked laughing. "Mason is after me." She said to Kylie. "She tore my drawings!" Mason exclaimed. "Moni,why would you do that?" Kylie asked her. Monica gave a sly smile. "It didn't look nice." She said.

She might have sensed my anger. I nodded, but I was far from okay. I took a deep breath and decided to talk to her after finding out all the truth. At the same time, someone mind-linked me, ‘Alpha, Lady Monica Moretti is here to meet her brother, former Alpha Leonardo De Luca.' 'Let her come inside,' "There is something," Felicity said. She knew me very well. "Nonna Monica is here," I said and saw her body stiffened. None of my relatives liked her thinking she was an omega and a nobody.

Lady Rowena always made them dress and appear their finest whenever a buyer was coming, making them appear like they were cared for. "Monica." Lady Rowena called the girl that had at first asked her a question. "This might be your chance. You were almost taken by the viscount's son last time, before he noticed Gwen." Monica nodded. "I will do my best my lady." She bowed. Lady Rowena liked Monica because she was very polite and obedient. She looked beautiful and healthy too. She would fetch her a lot of money. Then she moved to stop in front of Luciana. "And you. I don't want you giving me a bad name, so you better behave."

She was blonde, holding a recorder, with a smirk that looked like it had been carved with a scalpel. I recognized her. Monica Vale. The gossip columnist for The daily Star. She was known for destroying marriages for sport. “What did you say?” Alexander asked. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. It was the low rumble of a predator before the strike. Monica didn’t flinch. She pointed her recorder at us.

Tony’s face was a picture of reluctance and unease, his jaws—tense, his shoulders—clenched, his face was etched with discomfort. “You’ll have to prove to us where your true loyalty lies. Wouldn’t it be awesome if you walk up to your baby girl over there and perhaps, tell her what it’s like to be at the other side?” Monica voiced—soothingly. She felt so eased as she said that and handed him the knife. My eyes widened right away but I felt safe in some sense. Deep in my heart I prayed to the moon goddess for just one thing—Medeina. “Monica, that’s not going to be necessary, you’ve got to stop this madness and let’s talk to terms, I’m the Luna of the pack and you’ve…” Roan tried to come in, as

Then she turned and followed Marcus down the stairs without a word. I watched her go. The red ring on her wrist disappeared around the corner. She's the one, Razor said. Not demanding. Stating. I closed the door. Monica was leaning against my desk, arms crossed. "She's interesting. For a tribute." "She calms the wolf. That's the extent of it." "That's not nothing, Cain." No. It wasn't.

Heath should warn them. Monica seemed fixated on messing with their reputation. She was unsure of Monica’s intentions, as they weren’t as extreme as usual. There was drama and reputational damage. But the spectacular excitement or showmanship wasn’t there. Monica loved to be known for causing the damage and drama. Otherwise, she couldn’t be the victim without those kind-hearted people’s pity and the attention her lies gave her.

Roman looked up and stared very surprised. “what are you doing here, Ronald?” roman asked with a glare. Ronald laughed and took a seat beside me. The girl he was with sat beside Roman looking bored as hell, she was dressed in black giving off the bad girl vibe. “well, we heard you were hear and thought of crashing” Ronald replied “and by the way, I never got introduced to your fiance” Roman rolled his eyes and looked at me “camila, this is my twin brother Ronald and my sister Kylie”