Monroe Sisters の小説・ストーリー

I hesitated, “And if we need more answers, we can talk to the moon goddess herself. I’ve worked with her family before. I handled an adoption case for her brother, Knox Monroe. If anyone can help us make sense of this, it’s her herself. Hopefully, she’ll agree to see us.” He nodded slowly, the energy around us beginning to fade as the spirits receded. He whispered, “She’s mine. She's really mine." ------------------- My Amazing Readers! As this story draws to a close, the Monroes, especially the captivating Cassy Monroe (the current young Moon Goddess) will take center stage. If you’re curious about their earlier journey, check out my other books "Midnight on the Bayou" (completed) and "Beta

She didn't know that she was holding a breath unless Hunter jerked her hand away, only then did she exhale the breath and feel her chest becoming lighter. "Don't come after me. This is my last warning for you, else you will hate the things I'll do to you!" Hunter pushed her to the side and stepped away. The woman turned, allowing Claire and Penny to catch a glimpse of her face. Their jaws dropped as they recognized her. She was Mona Rocha, one of the Rocha Twin sisters! They were notorious in the country for chasing after popular bachelor men in the country. Their list of dating history was unbeatable and they remained in the spotlight almost every month for doing something controversial.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

Yusra said in a matter of fact Factly matter. “What do you mean, her coffin is supposed to be empty.” I asked confused. The tombstone said Celeste Monroe and it was buried in the inkling cemetery, the cemetery meant for only witches, each witch buried along side their ancestors. Celeste Monroe was with the powerful Monroes; Marilyn, Stephanie, Penelope and others. “Celeste was never buried, an empty coffin was buried in her place.” Andrea the other elder said.

Mrs Monroe was stunning, she looked like a model, and she had these juicy large tits that put my B cup to shame. The Monroes had their son pretty young and were forced into marriage by their parents. I learned this from their son, the cheating bastard whom I called the love of my life. Both his parents were both in their early forties, fit, successful, kind, and did I mention stupidly attractive? They were an it couple.

It's a betrayal to the man she had loved - Harrison. The head maid lunged forward at Lyra; she fell on her knees and said, "Please, Mrs. Monroe, you need to secure your place in the empire. That will be the only way you can protect yourself and your unborn baby." The head maid had served the Monroes all her life. She has been loyal, having benefitted from Stephen Monroe's kindness, which includes scholarships for her children and lucrative deals which made her wealthy. Yet she remained meek and humble and continued serving the Monroes family.

said Miller, who suddenly stood behind them. Miller has removed his armor and now looks like an ordinary young man. The honest Marlyn Monroe also stood beside Miller nervously. She watched the four members of B4, who were so handsome, surround Jonea one by one. 'How can the girls not be crazy about them?' thought Marlyn. 'Oh, except for Jonea, of course. She's… not normal!' "So this girl who claims to be Marilyn Monroe is your sister?" Elmar asked Miller.

"Regardless, it's not every day you have a team of makeup artists falling over you!" The sisters laughed together, their joy infectious. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they were ready. Roxanne was still upstairs, but Jaxon was already waiting downstairs, looking dashing in his tuxedo with his black hair slicked back. Cynthia Monroe wore a stunning black gown that hugged her curves, while Vivienne's red short ball gown matched her skin tone perfectly, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

Grace angrily interrupts and points her finger directly at my sister who's now hiding behind me. “I don't understand. What's going on?” Dad takes off his glasses. Mom blinks and just like her, me and dad are also confused about what's going on. Michael looks at me but I completely ignore him like he's not even present in the room. “You heard me right, Ronan. No wedding is going to happen. My son will never get married to your younger daughter. It will never happen!” Grace replies firmly and sternly. “Mother in-law? Why... why are you saying this?” My sister comes out from behind me and seems sad and heartbroken.

Precious did not think any guy is attractive if he is below thirty, and the guy in the pink shirt was obviously about our age. Lily looked at the corner, "there are two of them. Twins, I mean." "Let's go say hello!" I jumped up, fumbled in my bag, found the towel I brought and used it to dry my body. "Abeg go alone. I do not go to men, men come to men." Precious removes her sunglasses from her bag and wears them. "Suit yourself," I laughed. "Puppet, come be your sister's wing woman." Lily took the hand I held out to her and stood up. She let me dry her arms, thighs and face that had identical freckles as mine on her nose, cheeks and at the corner of her left eye.