Onyx Monroe La Novels & Stories

She hadn't had enough of the stage time last time. "Why didn't you ask Caesar and Lance? What do you think, gentlemen?" Jessica turned to the two guys. "I'm OK with that." Lance nodded immediately. Caesar also nodded at Jessica with a smile. "Works for me, too." Thus, Jessica had to agree. Mona was indeed bold when running her business. Her nightclub Cloud Top was right across from LURE. LURE was quite popular in LA. The annual rent of Mona's nightclub was 1 million dollars, and Mona signed a three—year contract.

Xavier found drops of drying liquid near the entrance. "Call the secretary team. I want Monroe online, immediately." Xavier instructed. Something about this entire thing made him feel anxious. Monroe Sullivan is the security of Xavier's team. Monroe was there when he had a conflict with the tribes in Louisville. Monroe led the team. When Iris was buried under the rubble after the earthquake, Monroe was called for help. Monroe works exclusively for Xavier. He handles good, bad, and ugly. Off the charts. And he is now actively investigating Xavier's parents' accident all those years ago.

“Hand Madeline her skincare company back, make it look like you’ve given in… then get rid of him. Poison, an accident—your choice. Because if you don’t, he’ll use that evidence to bleed you dry later.” David’s jaw tightened. He gave a slow, thoughtful nod. *** Lauren was driving when her car jolted—she had bumped into another vehicle. Heart racing, she stepped out quickly. Then she froze. Jonathan Monroe. “Let’s meet in my car,” he said calmly, turning toward his sleek black vehicle. Lauren shook her head. “No. Mine is safer.” She slid back into her seat, watching him smirk as he joined her. Jonathan cleared his throat. “You must feel like a superstar, having the three most powerful men in B

Hearing Zachery use his first name floored him, but then... the kiss. If the man had fired a bullet into his chest, he couldn't be more surprised. Monroe shook his head trying to clear the memory of Zachery's warm lips. He had to concentrate to stay alive and keep the people he loved safe. To do that, he needed to kill Uday. Monroe drove for an hour, obeying the speed limit and doing nothing to attract attention to the vehicle. He pulled into a warehouse district in downtown Houston and sent a text. Twenty-seconds later his phone vibrated and the large door in front of him rolled up.

and then plants a soft kiss on my cheek. Once we arrive at Monroe’s we all grab drinks and then walk out through the glass patio door in the basement. We walk along the stone pathway, which opens up to a large stone patio with an in-ground pool/hot tub combo in the middle surrounded by lounger chairs and a set of stairs leading up to a deck. The girls drop their shorts and towels on the lounge chairs and I can’t help but stare while Monroe wiggles out of her shorts. Fuck, she has a nice ass. She turns some music on the outdoor speakers and then wades down the stairs with her drink towards the round table that sits right in the middle of the shallow end. It’s surrounded by stools that are sun

Jaxon was feeling better now, so Mrs Anderson could handle him alone. "I Know this bitch, this is Cynthia Monroe. She's a celebrity photographer and model. Bitch is a snub. Wanted to work with her once and she just didn't look my way. " Loo said as she stared at the photos in front of her. Sentinel had taken shots of Cynthia hugging Jaxon. Roxanne is in the picture too but Loo dismisses her. "And I think she's into women." She adds as she sips her drink. "She has never stated her sexuality. And look, it's that dancer again." Sentinel draws Loo attention to Roxanne in the picture.

“But if you still want to help me, meet me tonight. Same place you proposed the first time.” He exhaled, caught between guilt and nostalgia. “Olivia…” “Seven o’clock,” she said, and hung up. Two hours later, she called Marcus Vale. He answered with that smooth confidence she hated and admired at once. “Miss Monroe,” he said, his voice like smoke. “I was hoping you’d call.” “Then hope rewarded you. I have a deal for you.” “I’m listening.” “I can give you access to the Monroe accounts, every investor, every hidden fund. But I want something in return.”

Assistants were practically running down the hallways, clutching tablets and adjusting their blazers like the building was on fire. "What's going on?" I asked, dropping my laptop bag onto my small desk as Marcus walked past. "Did another server crash?" "Worse," Marcus said, stopping by my cubicle and lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. "The Monroe family is here." "The Monroes?" I asked, frowning as I booted up my system. "Why does that name sound familiar?" "Because they own the biggest luxury clothing brand in the country, Jenna," Marcus said, rolling his eyes. "They're SalTech’s absolute largest enterprise client for the new biometric logistics software."

Sienna laughed as Damien hovered nearby when Sophia first started exploring the penthouse. “I’m just making sure she doesn’t fall,” Damien replied, eyes glued to his daughter. Sienna shook her head, smiling. “She’s going to be fearless with you as her dad.” A New Era for Monroe & Lancaster While their family life flourished, Monroe & Lancaster Developments continued to dominate the luxury real estate market. Damien and Sienna’s latest project—an eco-friendly, family-oriented community—had not only drawn attention from top investors but also reshaped the city’s real estate landscape.

“Okay,I’ll wait here.” “No.” Eden’s voice was firm. He straightened his shirt. “You’re coming with me,my Fiancée must always be with me.” A few minutes later,we were in the dimly lit private lounge off the main bar. Monroe was already there, alone this time without Chanel. He had two glasses of whiskey waiting on the low table. “Mr Gregory,” Monroe said, standing with that fake smile.“Glad you could make it. And you brought….your fiancée.”