Monoma X Shinsou Novels & Stories

Damn Nami! _______

"But your words ring true, and I can sense your genuine remorse." Emma felt a glimmer of hope, but she knew that it would take more than just words to earn their forgiveness. She was willing to take whatever steps were necessary to prove her sincerity. Alpha Magnus laid out a condition for Emma to make amends. He explained that the shifter community had long been marginalized and persecuted, and they needed allies who would stand by their side in times of need. He asked Emma to use her skills as a journalist to raise awareness about the struggles faced by the shifters and advocate for their rights.

“I’m inviting you to the launch of my company’s new fashion line.” Jayden didn’t even look at the card. “Still not interested.” Donald leaned closer, just enough to whisper but loud enough to hurt. “It’s called MONALISA.” Everything in the room went quiet. Jayden’s lips parted slightly, like he needed air. “What… what did you just say?”

Igor begins before I see the problem he is referring to walking into the dinner party. Mona has crashed our rehearsal dinner wearing a white sequin strapless tube dress that barely covers her ass. She has on white fishnet stockings and white leather thin heeled boots. Her long dark blonde hair is poker straight because she is obsessed with straightening her hair. Her makeup is simple yet somehow over done. The kicker of the whole look is she is wearing a white sequin headband that has a short piece of sheer fabric attached in front that just covers her eyes. She looks like a bride at a fucking Los Vegas wedding about to be married by fucking Elivis. The party falls quiet as Mona’s bold and o

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

She was the powerless Luna, a mere girl in the eyes of the pack, and she had accepted that role without question. The night was eerily quiet, save for the crackle of the campfire and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The gathered wolves formed a semicircle, their attention fixed on Kael. He stood like a statue, his posture rigid, the flickering flames casting shadows across his chiseled features. His voice cut through the stillness as he addressed the pack, issuing orders in clipped, decisive tones.

she finally said, briefly and firmly, as if sealing a truth the world rejected. Ilon took a deep breath before releasing a flower onto the mound of soil. “May you rest in peace beside the Moon Goddess.” Mira drew small rune lines with silver chalk on the ground, her lips moving silently in prayer. A faint light flickered briefly between the earth and the runes, then faded, leaving an odd warmth in my chest. “May your path be illuminated,” she whispered.

"It's fine, even if it's stained." Her cheeks turned a deeper red. She giggled, then suddenly got pulled out of view. Off-camera came the unmistakable sounds of kissing and breathless laughter. The comments scrolled faster and faster, one line catching my eye—'I swear I just heard Ian Sutherland's voice.' The man's voice came again, colder this time. "I'm not." The livestream cut off abruptly. I set my phone down and drifted back into sleep.

My hair fell sideways, giving me a soft, almost fairy-like look. ‘Good morning. My name is Evans Halls, and I’m the newly signed artist. I was asked to be here today for the contract.’ I approached the receptionist politely. ‘Oh yes, it’s by 8:30 a.m. You still have five minutes. You can have a seat or go into the boss’s office, just by the left wing upstairs.’ She smiled. ‘Okay, thanks.’ The entire building looked fascinating; almost unreal, like something designed by AI. I chuckled to myself as I walked up and stopped in front of the office door.

she mutters quietly, not meeting my eyes. She stands up, and I follow quickly. “Hayley, wait—” “It’s… fine, Ax,” she says soberly, clearing her throat. Her eyes are red-rimmed when they finally meet mine and right then, she grabs her bag and heads for the door. I’m about to call after her again, but just as she leaves, a figure steps in—Shane. Behind him is his crew of two: Rakim, the tall, dark-skinned boy with braids, and Miles, the blonde with a scar on his face.