Monika Poem Words Novels & Stories

my eyes glance at the first word on the last two lines and say, “EN” “KAREN?” He calls out and I look up at him. “Yes?” I answer and I frown when I see him concentrating on the word without pressing the enter button. “No, I mean the word you just gave me is KAREN, as in your name.” I am still having a hard time understanding what he’s saying until I glance up and look at the arrangement of the poem, and then I understood and realise that it’s Karen. Then it hit me what I haven’t thought of since all the while. This is the World of Poetry and like William said earlier, he has always wanted to be a poet, but what I never asked was if he has tried writing any poem because from what I just saw,

I looked at her face and tried to understand any of this that ended somewhere other than pain for me, and I couldn’t find one. “You’re a coward,” I said. Monica’s expression didn’t shift immediately. Her face twisted slowly, tightening, and recalibration. “I’m just saying what’s true,” I continued. “You have a package you want to give me, you have a plan you want to execute, but you won’t say what it is out loud… Not even in front of your precious maids.” I looked at her steadily. “Are you scared they’ll tell someone? Are you scared of what Valik would say if he heard it directly from your mouth instead of discovering it after?”

"Aunt Mia..." Countless emotions surged into Monique's heart. She had so many things she wanted to say, but when she opened her mouth, no words came out. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." In fact, Monique didn't need to say too much, Mia could see what she was trying to say from her eyes. She raised her hand and stroked Monique's head. She smiled and said, "Even if the result isn't what we wanted, life still goes on. You have to understand that the sun will still rise every day, it won't change for anyone."

People who pretend to be good but they're actually the worst. "Family? How many times have we met for you to regard me as a family, I don't remember having a family member like you woman, also I don't have the authority to release I am not a police officer." Monika was speechless, not even in her dreams has she imagined wang Damon to speak to her like that.

She dances gracefully at the ominous and dark room as she wonders and hum the eerie tone with her mind that pin and sinks to the poem she made and curse to the very core. “Well, well, well, who among you readers wanted to read my hell of a curse poem?” Teasing a daring, she continues to hum the devil’s lullaby as she whispers the words of the poem. TOMIKO’S HELL Round and round our life spins and about Twist and turn you can hear a silent scream Up and down what a lovely dream Until you find yourself eating a flesh cream Oh, how ironic living and dying In the world where everything is pretty much boring

Monika asked with a smile. ***

I commented before I threw my head back and swallowed the whole thing in one breath. It doesn't challenge me like it used to anymore. But it still makes me a bit dizzy for the first few minutes. Monika chuckled as she shook her head. "You really are strong. I have never seen a shifter down wolves bane like that in my entire life." She commented before she took the little cup out of my hand and walked back to the shelf. Wait, what? Did she just say Wolves bane. The small smile on my face was wiped off when I digested what she just said.

I snapped, my voice cracking more than I wanted. “Why not?” Monica’s smile was poisonous. “She’s already in everything. In your head. In your eyes. Hell, she was in the gala last night while I was invisible. Do you know how pathetic that makes you look? The great Richard, reduced to chasing skirts while everyone whispers about how desperate he is.” “Shut up,” I muttered, heat crawling up my neck. “Oh no, darling,” she said sweetly. “You don’t get to silence me. Not after last night. Not after this morning. Look at you—you reek of failure. You couldn’t even hold a cup of coffee without making a fool of yourself.”

"Even if it plunged me to the darkness, I will prevail. If there is no light, I will create one! And there is no one stopping me! So those words..." Monica sang the next lyrics. She seemed calmer now. The chorus would be the next one now. "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "I will not be stopped anymore!" "Yes, you hurt me. But I know!" "I have become stronger! stronger!" Monica looked at me with a huge smile on her face. Hah. She is certainly enjoying this.

“Remember! I won’t hold back any longer! “I’ll cut off both your arms with my first slash! “I’ll cut off your legs with my second! “I’ll slice your spine in half with my third!” Monica’s words were filled with ruthlessness. She was from Country H, yet she looked just as fierce as the Islanders. “I’ll turn you into a cripple in just three moves! “You’ll have no choice but to lay on the hospital bed for the rest of your life! “As for your good-for-nothing father, I’ll cut him down too if he crosses me!”