Monochrome Rumors Novels & Stories

she added. King Javier and Queen Enid were speechless. They can't process two accidents in just a snap. This was just too much to handle. "Another thing," Honey announced, that made King Javier and Queen Enid look at her with too much tension. "Luna's debut is coming. Sanguis is planning to tell her the truth. But, they still need your opinion about it." She stood up, "That's all. I'll wait for your response after thinking about it thoroughly. Good bye."

"Let me guess. Monroe funded this?" "Through three shell companies, but yes." Brandon scrolls through the article. "It's clever. Doesn't deny the conspiracy outright. Just raises 'concerns' about the validity of mate bond science. Questions whether you're being manipulated by Genetech for publicity. Suggests Dr. Chen has financial motives." "That's garbage," Lucian says. "That's effective counter-narrative." Brandon's expression is grim. "It's already getting traction. Not as much as Rebecca's article, but enough to muddy the waters."

Adjusting Justus in his arms , Marcus glanced towards Rithambara only to find creases of tension on her forehead while her eyes were transfixed on something. "Your highness! I can see something bothering you? May I get to know what is it? " The pause was so heavy that Marcus felt that Ritha didn't hear the question and he was about to repeat when Ritha moved her heated gaze from the suspect towards Marcus and spoke with an identified determination, "Today, either truth would paint future's canvas or despicable red would be the only prominent colour " (Author's Note : here despicable red colour symbolises impure blood of the conspirators. Gosh! I was forever stuck on this line and kept pacing

I opened my notepad to list another very important line of action with my small smile morphing into a full on grin. Centre of excellence, the Badmus' are coming for you. ⭐ AN: Mike's POV comes next and fortunately, you don't have to wait :) Till we meet again folks, I really do love you, ✌illusionistic.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

That’s all I can promise. Her face lights up again. “Any word from the Blonde One?” “Said it might take longer than expected and she'd add more to the paycheck. Then poof. Radio silence.” Britney raises a brow. “She’s probably on the run from the Illuminati. Or hiding a secret baby.” She grins and pulls a protein bar from her bag. “Or buried someone with a Moncler coat hanger.” We're still laughing when a notification buzzes on my phone: Reminder: JONES FOUNDATION GALA - TONIGHT, 8PM

"Spill it, Sandra. I'm quite busy today." She leaned forward, her voice hushed. "I've been hearing some whispers in the shadows. Whispers about Blue Moon Pack. It seems they're in turmoil. Quite the opportunity, wouldn't you say?" Alpha Shane's eyes narrowed with curiosity, mirroring Damien's earlier intrigue. "You've been snooping around in my business again, haven't you? What exactly have you heard?" Sandra's grin remained as enigmatic as ever. "Just a little birdie telling me that there might be a chance to strike. With Blue Moon Pack in chaos, we could make a play for power that no one would see coming."

Harmonia intervened naturally. Maria nodded repeatedly. Harmonia then looked at Monica and asked, “Monica, what did you want to show me?” Monica regained her composure and swiped on Monica’s tablet immediately. “Monia, which of these hair colors do you think looks the best? Can you help me decide?” Harmonia took a look. Red, yellow, purple, green, blue, and gray, were all mixed together. At first glance, it looked like the ‘emo goth’ style.

The revelation struck like a thunderbolt, shattering the illusions of trust and love they had held for Sasha. But Monica's revelations did not end there. In a trembling voice, she confessed her involvement with the Violet Moon agency, a secret she had harbored for two long years. The weight of her double life, the burden of her clandestine activities, threatened to suffocate her as the truth spilled forth.

Rio abruptly ended the call and rushed out of the bar, a sense of foreboding tugging at his gut. In a dimly lit warehouse nestled near the ship bay, a chilling air of secrecy shrouds the illicit activities that transpire within its walls. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of chemicals and the faint echoes of machinery. The walls are made of weathered brick, the paint long faded, giving the space an air of abandonment.