Monroe Sisters Novels & Stories

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

It would be better to turn around. But before we could move or say anything, someone stepped out from behind the corner. It was Lady Mona… And she wasn’t alone. Three girls followed behind her. The same three daughters Kayden had embarrassed not long ago, when he made them kneel in front of everyone. His brother, Khaedric, wasn’t with them. Lady Mona and her daughters came to a stop. She crossed her arms. I couldn’t help but glance at her hand, covered in gold rings. I hadn’t heard many good things about her, but I had to admit, she was beautiful.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

Mona insists as she takes the dress off the hanger and shoves it in Angie’s arms. “Um, I guess I could try it on.” Angie agrees, but she doesn't move. “Oh, fuck me, you are pathetic. I mean zero backbone for someone from the great Deluca-Ronka family. I thought you’d be more fun to pick on, but you’re a bore.” Mona mocks. “Hey, watch how you talk to my sister, Mona.” I intervene, coming to Angie’s side. “I was wondering if the wanna be Mrs. Romanov would make an appearance.” Mona scoffs.

Maureen condescendingly at her younger sister. "I'll send some money for your daughters and you, your useless husband and sons can rot. Leave him and find a better life, at least the girls are still young. And please next time we meet, it won't be here. Alright? I need to go now. I have a meeting with my in-laws tomorrow and I need to buy some nice clothes." Monica now worshipped like a dedicated disciple. she saw her sister off and returned to her rickety house to dance gloriously.

Our parents were in the crowd, and both of them were stunned. Years ago, we had fallen to hard times and wandered to these lands where we were enslaved. Even so, our parents pinned their hopes on my sister's beauty, and hearing that Yoran would attend this auction, they bet everything on her. As long as Joey hooked up with Yoran, wealth and prestige were within reach. Hence, the fact that Joey chose the masked man undoubtedly threw a wrench into their plans. "Joey!" my mother snapped. Joey pretended not to hear, her fair cheeks covered in tears as she looked into Sion's impassive eyes. "I've heard so much about you, my lord. I'm your willing slave. Please, love me."

He said, and I drank the medication, but something wasn’t adding up for me, so I had to be sure, so I asked. “Mason, you said I was your fiancé, but people call me Mrs. Monroe. Why? And the owner of this company is Mr. Monroe; are we related?” “Oh, it’s because you are a Monroe; the human resources department made a mistake and added an R to your Ms. As for the owner of this establishment, yes, you are related; he’s your brother...”

After her round, we go find Ben and the four of us find a stand up table to have a few more drinks. After several drinks and a couple more hours, Mom and Ben decide it’s time to go get the girls and go to bed. “Let’s go dance,” Monroe says, threading her hands around my neck. “Do I look like someone who dances?” “Pretty please.” Her silvery blue eyes look up at me through her lashes and I am literally incapable of saying no.

Cecil, who was next to her, answered quickly, "Monique has two older sisters, both of whom are very beautiful women. It's the kind of beauty that men would fall head over heels for just by looking at them." Cecil wasn't exaggerating. In her opinion, Monique's two older sisters were truly very attractive, especially the way they walked. They were elegant and graceful in their movements. Their lovely gait was something Cecil would never be able to learn even if she trained for a hundred years. Levi suddenly became excited. "Really? Do you have photos of them?" His excitement was not caused by the fact that they were beautiful women. It was because he thought one of Monique's sisters could be t

Her steady golden eyes lingered on my face. "I wonder who you take after. You look so beautiful, you know that?" she whispered. I couldn't help smiling in the dark. "Not as beautiful as you are," I said, but Ana snorted. "Did you know I was the ugliest among my siblings?" "I don't believe it," I said. "My sisters were all beautiful," Ana said. "They liked to tease us a lot when we were young." "Us?" "Me and Alex," Anastasia said. "We were called the Little Pair back then. We used to play together and shared each other's room. My older sisters, Tataina and Olga were the Big Pair. They didn't like me, but they didn't mind Alex much."