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.

MONIQUE As Marcus spoke, every word seemed to make its way deeper into my being. His voice was steady and calm, yet each syllable carried purpose. He wanted me in this world. His world, a world not just built on business, but on control, power, and freedom. It wasn’t just about making decisions or calling the shots; it was about owning every choice, shaping every outcome. And, I understood that he wasn’t just offering me a lesson in business. He was offering me a chance to do over my life.

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

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.

"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.

Sam shrugs: "Who knows? The thought scares me. It scares me so much." "It scares me too." "I wish I could stay with you forever. Just here." Monika feels as if someone has put iron weights on her chest. "I want the whole world to fall asleep forever, and then we would go around the world riding on our bikes." "We'll be the owners." "With nothing to rule over," Monika chuckles. "We don't want power. It is freedom we seek." "It is freedom we seek." Monika says as they both break into laughter.

Rose replied sarcastically and the words she chose made Monika cringe slightly. "It's not leaking, don't make it sound so dirty and vulgar" Monika said, her voice carrying both a hint of warning as well as what Rose guessed was pity. "Doesn't matter, I'm not doing it, and you know that" Rose huffed annoyed. "It would be better for you, I hate when you go through them like this, the pain you feel, it kills me to see you like that" Monika said with a sigh. Monika always stayed with her, bringing her food and water, she would lay with her and gently brush her fingers through her hair and even sometimes sing to her to try and keep her calm.