Monochrome Rumors Novels & Stories

I grabbed my brush from my purse and began brushing the rest of them out. I never understood how someone could be so cruel and hateful. All I ever did was mind my business and didn’t harm anyone. Yet one mistake ruined it all, and now everyone hates me. I didn’t do what they thought I had done. It was all just rumors and lies exaggerated to make me out to be the bad guy.

They're always arguing about something. We finish our lunch and as I'm walking to my next class, my phone buzzes with a message from Kai. My heart races for some reason and I find myself smiling. Kai: Hey girl, I heard the movie with David is canceled. How about a movie with me? Stella: Rain check. Mac just broke up with that jerk and I promised her we'd have a night of ice cream and movies. Kai: Fine, I'll let you off the hook this time since it's a breakup. We won't be able to hang out and indulge in popcorn like we usually do.

She sounded so jealous, but she couldn't keep it in anymore. Max chuckled as he began driving out of the bar. "You don't have to lie to me. I have known about his obsession with you ever since the day you appeared on the pages of those magazines, 'Monalisa Collections'. Spencer literally said that the underwear wasn't Monalisa, you were." Monica almost choked on her saliva. Max was kidding, right? She couldn't be the one Spencer calls Monalisa. He had told her Monalisa was his lover, something like that.

His eyes moved across the screen with the kind of focused attention that meant something had captured his interest. “You’re up early,” he said finally still not looking up. “Couldn’t sleep.” He set the tablet down and studied me. His gaze moved down my body, lingering on the breasts and hardened nipple that was because of the cold. His eyes darkened as he trailed down then back up. “What’s up with the tablet?” I asked to keep the attention away from me. “There’s been some rumors online about Morana Mortaine supposedly coming back. Some anonymous post about the heiress emerging after years of absence.” He turned the tablet toward me.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

There was something sinister lurking beneath the surface, something that sent shivers down my spine. As an investigative journalist, I had a knack for seeking out the unexplained, drawn to the mysteries that others preferred to ignore. The recent string of brutal murders had captured my attention, not only for their sheer savagery but for the inexplicable nature of the attacks. The rumors whispered in dark corners hinted at something beyond the scope of mere human cruelty. It was the perfect story, the kind that could make or break a career. And I was determined to uncover the truth. The moon cast an eerie glow over the deserted streets as I made my way to the local café. It was the hub of g

she adds. "Are the rumors about a monster in the woods true then?" She shakes her head. "We only made it up to keep them away." I nod lightly. My head hurts slightly and I feel sleepy after my little adventure. "I'd love to sleep now," I say to her. She kisses my forehead. "Have some rest pumpkin." I stand from the chair and walk to my room. I remove the sweater and boots and fall on my bed. I close my eyes and all I see is Gabriel's face.

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he asked. I blinked. “Mind what?” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle. “The rumors. After the event. People have… thoughts.” I smirked. “People always have thoughts. You’d think being boring would stop that, but no such luck.” He gave me a look. “You think I’m boring?” “I think you’ve perfected the art of emotionally constipated silence. Which, I’ve got to admit, is impressive.” He laughed quietly, quickly, like he didn’t mean to. “There’s a thread going around. A video of us walking into the event. Someone edited dramatic music over it and called it ’Forbidden Romance.’”

“I’m glad to see you are not letting the death threat get to you.” The glass of wine in Mel’s hand drops to the table, spilling her drink. “Miss Mel, are you alright?” Andre gasps, while Nonna stands up to assist her. “Yes sir. Please, don’t worry Nonna.” Mel uses a napkin to mop up the spill. “Don’t mind me. I can be clumsy.” “Reign tells me they suspect it might be a joke from one of your husband’s exes.” I watch as Mel wraps her right hand over her left pinky finger as Andre continues speaking.