Monique Deveraux The Originals Novels & Stories

Gavin leaned closer to Monique to whisper to her ears. “It’s just for the meantime, you don’t have to worry for now.” His words sounded assuring to her. Monique wasn’t happy that Cole was back in power but Gavin's words assured her and she couldn’t wait for her to take control again. She also thought that the controversy surrounding her played a part in making it easy for her to be easily dismissed. “Congratulations Mr Lambert,” Gavin said to Cole. “Thank you, Mr Jones,” Cole replied. Monique comes to join Gavin. She refused to congratulate Cole because she wasn’t happy and didn’t see the end to fake it.

It was like Monique had disappeared, and honestly that worried me more than her threats On the fourth day, the investigator called. “I have something” he said. I put the call on speaker, my pulse quickening “She’s using a new name, Monique isn’t even her real first name.” That didn’t surprise me since I already knew. “Whats her real name” “Veronica hale,”he replied “And this is not her first time.” I paused “First time for what?” “Attached herself to powerful men. Destroyed companies. Embezzled fundz. Then disappeared right before everything collapsed.”

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my head started to tremble uncontrollably. On the screen was a video of Monique handcuffed and being escorted by two police officers into a police cruiser. I managed to turn up the volume in time to hear the newscaster say, "...She was arrested at her residence today. She has been on the FBI’s list for a long time and was exposed by Damian Donovan, a businessman who suffered one of her fatal blows. It was gathered that Monique, whose real name is Lisa Evans, has been working with some businessmen and corrupt officials. Notable among the former is Noah Allen-"

The little she did was opening the box which revealed a cherry lavender fabric which certainly isn't her type of colour in which she will vibe. After wearing the dress which was less revealing she stood beside Julien as she bated her lashes with faux sweetness to him "am I upto your expectations?" Monica was scared to ask him infront of so many lions in his den. Who were already ready to smear her clothes with blood and make her look like a criminal. Her hands kept shaking as she didn't get her reply back from Julien. Silently his eyes trail the blonde girl by the side of a younger gentlemen. She was barely wearing a dress. Her nipples were standing out and her lips were a shade of pink. Al

“I’m here! I’m back.” ****** Monique sat up as she felt sweat on her forehead and neck. She reached her head. The girl’s memories are clear. There’s also Bella’s doppelgänger and the vampire, Lavinia. This person’s body was royal. A vampire royal. She reached her chest as it got tighter. Seeing the First Vampire King, and the excitement this person had only meant that she’s been away at a young age. “Monique,” Ciel approached. “What’s going on?”

Monique's voice. "Of course, I don't have anyone with me either," she replied. Exactly when they sat down, their order also arrived so they started eating when Magaux suddenly spoke. "What is Jewel? Do you want to ask something? I notice you've been looking at me for a long time." "Nothing, because earlier when I saw you, you seemed familiar to me, I just can't remember if we met or not." "Of course Jewel, we have met before. I will introduce myself again, maybe you don't remember me anymore. I'm Margaux Villafuerte, sister of Daven." She said.

Monique strokes the hair on top of Dane’s head and get’s no rejection before patting me on the shoulder, turning her curvy ass our way, and shuffling off. Monique was the original housekeeper for Dane’s mom, so she has been around him since birth. She is the one constant in our lives, even though she lurks in the background. I adore her, and Dane does, even if he won’t admit it. She’s the first person he went to see when he permanently moved here.

“But if you still want to help me, meet me tonight. Same place you proposed the first time.” He exhaled, caught between guilt and nostalgia. “Olivia…” “Seven o’clock,” she said, and hung up. Two hours later, she called Marcus Vale. He answered with that smooth confidence she hated and admired at once. “Miss Monroe,” he said, his voice like smoke. “I was hoping you’d call.” “Then hope rewarded you. I have a deal for you.” “I’m listening.” “I can give you access to the Monroe accounts, every investor, every hidden fund. But I want something in return.”