Monique Gibeau Novels & Stories

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

“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?”

He asked gently, "Monique, what are you doing here? Are you feeling better?" Monique's lips curved in a soft smile. Her gaze swept over Alison, and she nodded in greeting. "I'm finally meeting the famous Mrs. Hale. I can see why people say she tugs at the heartstrings." Her smile was just right. "I'm Monique Shore, one of Erik's old classmates." "It's an honor to finally meet you, Monique," Alison said with a polite nod. Her words made Erik feel as though she were chiding him. He turned to look at her. "You know Monique?"

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

the Minister asked. "Yes, I do," Donovan responded confidently, earning a round of applause from their spectators. "Boma Braide, do you take Donovan Garret to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the Minister turned to her. Boma hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Donovan and the people, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions. Her voice was steady but carried a hint of uncertainty. "Yes, I do." She replied. The moment felt charged, a blend of opulence, emotional complexity, and hidden turmoil, leaving the attendees unaware of the storm brewing within Boma's heart despite the slight hesitation.

Alexis said all together, her person was cold and aloof as she talked. "Alexis, your former stepmother had a backer, and her backer is the Deputy Inspector General of Police, he is just one step away from the peak of his career, the EFCC won't be that hard for him to reach." Tommy said trying to make Alexis come back to his senses.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

_Five years ago. Peace at last. Isabella wiggled her toes and played with the bubbles from the overflowing jacuzzi. The Montego family was away on vacation. The staff was not allowed to use the jacuzzi, and that included her. But who's going to tell? If ever she were to get caught she knew Frank Montego would laugh it off, but his wife, Rosetta would march to the heavens for her to get fired. Then there were the two sons, Eric and Dominic. Eric stayed abroad and they didn't see much of him. Then there was the eldest son, Dominic. She rolled her eyes. The frightening Dominic.

"Try me after everything you've said tonight nothing can shake me" "Okay then, Monique" "Pardon?" "Monique Is the lady whom commanded respect during the festival" "That little girl you called a weirdo" "I know I did at that time but for real she's not she's a witch an original" "Whoa, whoa" "I'm for real" "You want me to believe in a lady you yourself called weirdo?, You are real sick" "She's my mate William"