Monroe Sisters Novels & Stories

As though my pain was just a lesson for the pack to learn. "If the Moon Goddess made a mistake," a voice called out, "then maybe the mistake isn't the bond." The hall went quiet. I looked toward the voice. It was an older wolf, one of the pack elders. His name was Marcus too, I remembered. The irony wasn't lost on me. "What do you mean?" the Alpha asked. The elder turned and looked directly at me. "Maybe the mistake was choosing the wrong mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess intended for someone else to be Alpha Ryker's Luna."

My wife, Sienna Fairchild, has one ironclad rule. Every Monday, she has dinner with her brother-in-law. During that time, she turns off her phone and blocks every message. Nothing, no matter how urgent, takes priority over their little family gathering. Then one day, our daughter falls down the stairs at preschool and breaks her arm. I call Sienna over a dozen times, but not a single one goes through. With no other option, I call her brother-in-law instead. "Abby got hurt at school. Can you have Sienna come to the hospital?" The other end goes quiet. Just when I think the call has been dropped, Sienna's voice comes through. "My whole day belongs to them. Don't bother me unless it's ac

Monroe knew, from months of meetings and conference calls and events where we’d run into each other, just what I thought of him. Which wasn’t highly at all. Not after he took a bribe to help my sister mark my mate—my mate—against his will. Then have the fucking nerve to try and smear my family’s reputation over his schemes coming to light. “Alpha.” He extended a hand to Dominic. “Quite the gathering you’ve put together.” “Alpha King.” Dominic didn’t take the hand. “I thought you weren’t planning on coming.” “And miss the social event of the season?” Monroe chuckled, then turned to me, and I resisted the urge to step back as his eyes swept over my belly. “Looking radiant as always, my dear. W

Monica said, her and her sister wet turned just when they returned from France, they were just little kids then and she's the she's been living here working as a servant, she has visited Britaris before, but that was when she was way younger, so there's really nothing she knows about that place, just that it's a great place to be. "I'm so sorry about Monique," Adia sympathized, she knows how painful it is to lose a sister, she got into all of these, the pregnancy, the news about vampires, trouble with Kate, who's out seeking her life, because she wanted to save a sister, and she doesn't regret ever making that decision, she don't know if she would have been able to live without Addison, her

Cherry spent the night as well. “No, no,” Monica insisted, tapping her acrylic nails on her phone screen. “We’re going to the one in River North. If my sister is going to Greece, she’s not stepping foot on the island looking like a ‘before’ picture.” Cherry snorted. “You mean like the before-picture version of you, pre-rehab?” Monica gasped dramatically and slapped her arm. “I will crash this car myself.” I sighed. “I don’t need a whole new wardrobe—”

Unlike the other top tier families, Monroe’s were actual European royalty, with Rudolf being 7th in line to throne of Castonia. Though Rudolf retired from the frontlines of royal activities, he still handled some of them and was also given a Duchy as the King’s sibling by blood. Hence, the Monroe’s power was not limited to just the American continent but also European continent as well. Also accompanied by the fact that Evelyn Monroe was the Founder and CEO of Monroe Interiors, a rising enterprise in interior and furniture for white-collar workers, business families and aristocrats, made it hard to raise questions on her credibility.

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

And since his death, he had been the one managing the pack. "Everyone,welcome to this year's red moon ceremony. The red moon will be coming up soon, all single werewolves over the age of twenty one are to line up, males on one side and females on one side. All eyes are to be closed and the females are to remain standing and the males are to find them. Now remember everyone, mates are sacred gifts from the moon goddess herself. It is to be respected, unless necessary, such a gift should not be rejected. Now everyone , line up"

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

Mendes, wiping the cold sweat off his brow, quickly said, "Let's sit down and talk about this in a productive way." Williams walked up to Mona with a serious look on his face and said, "Miss Granger, something has happened." He showed Mona his phone, which had an article on it with the subject "Is Miss Hunt a Young Lady from a Rich Family or a B*tch from Social Venues?" # The story not only showed Mona as a promiscuous lady who was with a number of different men, but it also had a lot of pictures of her. There was even a picture of her with Leo, and each man was different.