Monroe Sisters Novels & Stories

She and her disgusting lawyers. What a fool she’d been. For several years she’d watched Louella interact with her team of lawyers and heard the rumors that she was paying them with more than money. Because she knew her sister to be promiscuous to the point of earning the label of nymphomaniac in her eyes, she not only believed the rumors, but she confronted Louella about them. It earned her a slap so hard across the face that she carried the remnants of it for several days, along with a warning to mind her own business.

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.

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.

The police report claims it was an accident, but it sounds like suicide to me. Her father is a construction manager, and he never remarried. Miss Monroe isn't just some blonde bimbo cheerleader like I initially thought. Oh no, Miss Monroe was valedictorian of her high school class and enrolled in my department. A smart blonde bimbo. So now I'm in my car, waiting to see a glimpse of her like I'm some kind of freak. I just want to see firsthand what the girl looks like that has my brothers mesmerized by just one meeting.

“I mean I’m not mad at this picture.” “I know! Girl you look hot! Like a runway model.” Monroe plops down across from me. “The article though.” She squeezes her eyes in a grimace. “Oh what did they say about me now?” I look at the headline. “Who is this new wife of the forever playboy Rowan Merrick. Does she have what it takes to tame him.” I read then exhale in frustration “It’s not that bad.” Monroe tries to help sooth this situation. “They don’t know who I am and they hope I can make a hoe into a househusband. It’s ridiculous!” I tell her.

I shaking hand holds on to my cloth, I know it Sloane , I only pay her hand in comfort and look at the two remaining sisters. "M... M.... Monster!"