Monika X Mc Novels & Stories

I spoke to her in the calmness tone I can. "Look, I appreciate you thinking I'm that Monalisa but I'm not. I'm Monalisa Jayden James Bruno, that's who I am. So please, do not bug me, otherwise my brother's bodyguard is going to deal with you and she means business. so stay far away from me and go look somewhere else for your Monalisa daughter. Would you mind stepping out of my way, woman? "You're my Monalisa. My daughter. I've missed you so much. I want to hold you in my arms and hug you and kiss you. I want to tuck you in and watch you sleep. I miss everything"

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

I could see the way she was fighting with herself, trying to act like the intoxicating aroma of the ice cream wasn’t killing her. Daren had mentioned it once, talked about her unusual obsession with anything cookie and in a way, it had gotten stuck at the back of my mind. “Where are you taking me to?” she asked in a softer tone. If I weren’t scared of crashing and endangering her, I would have skidded the car off the road. Monique was never soft spoken when it came to me. In fact, she was anything but gentle. “Radek!” she hissed.

One unread message on her secure, hidden account. Domica, the screen name read. Mistress. Queen. Goddess. She logged in. The interface was sleek—velvet black with deep crimson accents. The Velvet Room was an online lounge, exclusive and encrypted, where anonymity was law and reputation was everything. In this world, she wasn’t Dominique. She was Domica. Mistress of the Room. Crusher of men. Queen of pain and praise. Tonight, two subs had messaged her for a session. She scanned their bios, fingers idly tracing her lips. One begged to be degraded. The other wanted to be ignored while she humiliated someone else. They both paid well. They both bored her.

"And I don't suppose you went to the Best Western Hotel in Soho the other night." "No, I didn't," she says sharply, "I haven't been out of this flat since before the pandemic." I looked at the dog and saw that it was pretty fit and well-fed. "Who walks this charming fellow?" "A friend." "Does the friend have a name?" "Monika." "Monika, what?" "Monika Cvurka. She's from Belarus." "Where does she live?" "On the estate somewhere." "Have you an address?" She shook her head. "Home-help recommended her."

His touch repulsed her. "I heard that Mona Monet is one of the best warriors in sparrow pack, the King is lucky to have you as his own." One of the Alphas in attendance said and she mentally rolled her eyes. If only he knew. If only he knew how suffocating it is to live in Mona's shadows. If only he knew how hard she has been trying to keep her identity safe from King Garrett.

I said and points my index finger to her. "You're a Mageian, too?" Adhira said while pointing her finger to her. She just giggles a bit and nods her head. And, as of cue, she made a clone who looks exactly like her. "Well, yes." She said and smiles genuinely. "I'm Kendra Brites, your Voithos, designated by Lady Audra." She said and bows down her head. Since I've introduced myself before as her Phylax, I just bow down my head like Kendra. But I feel like my neck was dislocated when she hits our nape.

I arched my brows at Cahil Asturia who is every inch a class of her own in her white racerback dress. "Why would I?" I tried to keep off my eyes on the pair but the rumble in my head wouldn't let me. Cahil laughed which made me look back at her. "Monica is one sly girl, a desperate one I think. She will do anything just to get whatever she wants and your man is her number one target. Did you know she stalked Maverick for more or less two years now? Even when she is in a committed relationship, she can easily break up with her current boyfriend if she finds out that Maverick is single again. The girl is creepy."

"You're a psychopath. You need to be put down like a mad dog." Monica straightened, and slowly her face cleared. "Your Neratomay is a cocktail of Succubus and Vampire but mostly it's just you—the human you. My Neratomay cocktail includes blood and death. I don't know why, but I suspect the Wolves. I suspect that I am a product of my human's rape and torture. And when you pulled me back to the land of the living, you brought back more than just Monica."

Monica chuckled under her breath but with our heightened hearing, both Xander and I heard her, "didn't get you very far." Xander clenched his jaw, "Don't you have a mate to win over or did you forget that she picked a fragile human over you?" That did it. Monica pulled the jeep over to the curb and lunged at Xander with her claws aiming for his neck. In one swift motion, with speed I hadn't seen before, Monica was on the back seat with Xander straddling her and restraining her arms over her chest. "Let me go," she thrashed under him but considering she missed most of her training, she was much weaker than him.