Monochrome Rumors Novels & Stories

Using a dead relative as a shield for a messy breakup felt low. "Oh," Monica said, sounding let down. "I figured the rumors finally broke you. I mean, it would be hard for me to show up after—" "What rumors?" Cass asked, his eyes narrowing. Monica froze. "Oh... nothing. I thought you... knew." "Knew what, Monica?" "Forget it." She started obsessively straighting the paintbrushes. Cass stopped working and squared his shoulders. "Monica. What are they saying?" "I didn't even buy into it," she said, her words tumbling out. "Even if it’s true, who cares, right? It's your life." She was talking like she absolutely believed the lie. "And I’m sure you’re getting treated, so—"

Lunette and Steven were all over the place as Pearl Lin and Kristen Xi had their attentions shifted and pinned on the two of them who didn't mind being watched like some movie at all, the two would whisper to ech other's ears and laugh lightly and occasionally Steven will feed Lunette a spoonful of some food, he would bend over and kiss her at intervals making the other two ladies watching feel jealous of their intimacy while Crimson and Amber were still having a staring and word fighting contest. "Oh your not the one who is going to be busy these days Crimson. I'm also leaving in a week to shoot for my newest drama, it's the talk of the internet and my fans can't wait for me to begin shooti

He could see two circular shapes, each with elongated blobs attached to them, little protrusion's sticking out of each elongated blob with a few dark, shadowy patches surrounding all the lumps he saw. Damon scratched his head, not really sure what he was looking at, it looked like some odd ten-legged alien to him, but he was sure it would be beautiful when it came out, just like it's dad. He looked away from the screen to look at his mate, seeing the confused look on her face as she tilted her head to the left and right, obviously trying to work out what was what too. Her magic had fallen away, revealing the lightest grey he had ever seen in them. His head snapped around to Moni face when he

"Is it true this woman is Mr. Montero’s ex-wife? Do you know anything about her?" "Ma’am, can you confirm the rumor that Mr. Montero and the unnamed woman have a child together?" My head felt dizzy from all the noise, but I kept my stone-cold grimace as I faced them like the PR-trained goddess I am. If I hadn’t called Soda for help earlier, I’d probably be six feet under in shame and Chanel or maybe Gucci. But what’s up with these questions? Are they true? Or just another load of fanfic-level lies? It’s all rumors… until someone finally digs out the rot.

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.

“He insisted it was urgent.” “They always do.” Silence lingered awkwardly before the servant spoke again. “There are rumors spreading beyond the territory now.” That finally pulled my attention toward her. “What rumors?” Her throat moved nervously. “About Magnus. The massacre. The ritual.” Of course. Of course the ritual resurfaced now. I dismissed her with a wave before the irritation fully reached my face. The second the door shut again, I exhaled sharply and gripped the balcony rail harder than intended. This was becoming dangerous.

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 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.

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.