Monroe Sisters Novels & Stories

But before she could finish Lilian guessed the identity of this beatiful lady. "We are Lilian Monroe and Alec Monroe pretty auntie, we are Alphonse Monroe's children. Nice to meet you pretty auntie" Lilian introduced themself with Alec nodding beside her. Madam Monroe or Sofia Monroe eyes widen with shock. She stared at the twins and observed that the little boy and girl infront of her did looked like the young Alphonse. "Auntie Mai can you please get me a glass of water" Madam Monroe requested still in disbelief. 'I was just gone for 3 days' she thought. 'What the hell happened!'

Tricia and the makeup artist helped Monalisa get ready for her wedding. Monalisa was looking so stunning in her wedding gown. "Wow! Tricia, you look sooo beautiful. You almost outshined me" "Stop flattering me Mona. I'm so happy this wedding is taking place. You do not know how scared I was back there " "It's okay. That's all in the past. And where is she? "Mrs Bruno kicked her out of the mansion and banned her from attending the wedding" "Wow! "You've got a powerful mother-in-law there and she's got your back. You're really lucky. Your new family really loves you "

she growled at one of her members. Mona used to love dressing up. She wore beautiful dresses and a lot of make-up. She used to wear her long hair in intricate hairstyles. But now she had her hair cut short and wore no make-up. It looked like she didn’t care, but for some reason it made her look even more beautiful then ever. Fuck, why was I staring at Mona?! Goddess, she and my sister used to play princess. Wearing their hairs in bows and wearing sparkling glitter dresses and crowns. The thought of my sister brought back my anger.

Bree turned to her friend and smiled. “I told him there’s no way you could be all that busy. It isn’t as if your song is a big hit--yet. I’m sure it will be one day, though. It’s a beautiful song. I just love it. It’s really too bad it hasn’t caught on.” “Thank you. I hope it does.” Bree was running out of ways to be polite to this particular bridezilla. “Bree, these are Monica’s other two bride’s maids. Hannah and Clarice.”

She was also full on staring at me, not looking away. The other girl beside her was tiny. Wearing a crop top that was transparent, her pierced nipples hard. Mona cut through the fog in my brain. "Gabby, these girls are Rhea and Sloane. They're my right hands. Girls....." She swallowed. "This is my baby stepsister, Gabby. " Rhea's smile was filthy. "Fuck! You were right Mona. I could practically eat her up. " What the..... My face flamed.

Molly had kept the name hidden, but the recent Simpson exhibition had allowed the pack’s keenest trackers to put a scent to the face. The comments section was a storm of awe: “Is this a Monroe? I thought their blood was dormant. She looks like she carries the moon in her veins.” “The Silver Ridge has been sleeping on a diamond. Why is she not leading the High-Gala?” Harper paced the room, her tail twitching with excitement. "Avery, this is it! My family oversees the Bennett Chorus—the premier entertainment house of the North. We aren't as old as the Montgomery dynasty, but we have teeth. You are a 'new moon' in a sky full of tired stars. With our backing, you’d have the protection of fame, f

Normally, I ignored emails that weren’t signed off by my assistant, but something about the subject line made my attention snap: “URGENT: Monroe Family Request” I opened it, and the contents were immediately infuriating. The heiress of the Monroe family—Isabella Monroe—was at the center of a scandal. Her “wedding night incident,” as the email delicately put it, had apparently set the social media world ablaze. The details were thin, but the gist was clear: the Monroe family wanted me involved in some sort of damage control narrative. I met this girl in the club, she looked fine to me and she followed me back to my hotel room, she had sex and now she's claiming some kind of memory loss?

Title: The Twin Sisters Two twin sisters, Aurélie and Béatrice, physically identical but with very different personalities, are at the heart of this story. Aurélie, recently married to Lorenzo, presents herself to him as an experienced woman, but actually hides her virginity and a deep anxiety about physical intimacy.

They had once belonged to Jason. "Hey, Leon. I heard his sister is pretty good-looking. Maybe we could..." The male and female students were housed separately, divided by a fenced boundary. Jason and Irene had only seen each other once since arriving, and even then only briefly. "Is that right?" Leon tapped the side of his head. "I can't believe I forgot about that. The nine Chamberlain sisters are famous all over Silverton." Without really looking at the panel, he pressed another button. Jason screamed again. His hair stood on end. His eyes had turned bloodshot, and the veins across his face bulged beneath his skin like those of a man on the verge of death.

It was noticeable even to me, who was here for only a week. In addition to Lane and Venira, about thirty people with a dark gift lived on the estate, among whom were both adults and children. They teamed up with only one goal: to destroy the artifact that suppresses the darkness in women. Caroline Lint, who was the head of this small community of the dark ones, who called themselves the Sisters of Darkness, ran everything here.