Psych/monk Crossover Novels & Stories

Mommy didn't cry, her 21 day fasting head really paid off. "I will get the Argus II booklet". He left the office. "Iya Toku, God is in control, this is the last surgery, in Jesus name". I replied with an Amen but at this point, I thought maybe it was part of God's plan that I am blind. We took the booklet which was more of a heavy folder when Mommy gave it to me to carry. We stopped at Next Cash and Carry Hypermarket. I sat in the car with Mommy while Mr. Olu went off to buy all the things for my new dietary journey.

said the monk, no longer able to contain his curiosity. "Oh, just about the monkey. It's a very sad story, isn't it. When all he has to do to get free is just….." Abram's voice faded out. The monk held up his hand which was still in a fist and slowly and gently opened it. Abrams said nothing but a calmness and a serenity seemed to spread slowly through his body. He felt himself relax, felt the tension drain from his features. He sat for several minutes in silence and complete peace. He suddenly realised that he was no longer holding the briefcase, it was lying on the grass by his feet.

As she spoke, Jessica turned and walked back toward the pavilion, dialing Madame Johnson’s number as she approached the small corridor. The driver stayed behind at the pavilion. When mother and daughter entered the small corridor, they saw a monk in a gray robe sitting at the door, reading a scripture in his hands. The man appeared to be in his early forties, with a bald head and large ears, looking quite prosperous. “Excuse me, is Master Dyan here?” Jessica stepped forward and asked the monk. “The benefactor is here,” the monk looked up and said, noticing them. “Does Master know us?” Jessica’s expression changed. She was afraid that her words might raise suspicion with her mother, and she w

The first pill was Yang Pill which Evelyn needed while the remaining two were Mixture Pill and Blooming Pill made from those extra ingredients Darryl picked earlier. Those two pills were rare and special. As Darryl happily kept them in his pocket, he suddenly felt a strong presence behind him, and instinctively turned only to be shocked by what he saw. A short bald monk of around 1.5m was walking toward him. He exuded an oppressive temperament air while a black Scorpio was tattooed on his bald head.

There was also a ring scar on his barren scalp, so he was a proper real monk. “D*mn, it turns out that you’re a monk! “So, you aren’t Seth Zamora either. Who the heck are you?” Alex was a little shocked as the plot was developing in ever stranger ways. After touching his big, shiny head, the monk flew into a rage, but he was a little surprised by Alex’s method. “How the heck did you know the ultimate move of that bald *ss, Ksitigarbha? What’s your relationship with that bald *ss?”

The other Monk already told her he needs to be alone but the strong headed Claire walked straight in ignoring their warnings. “ The great and innocent monk of our time” Claire mumbled walking round the altar before stopping in front of him. Monk Martin noticed her presence immediately she walked in but he acted oblivious knowing she is here for drama and that he won't give her. “ I was not expecting you to reply, I am just here to have a talk with you” Claire mumbled kneeling in front of him Claire raised his chin up and he brought it down with his eyes closed and Claire slapped him immediately but Monk Martin did not flinch

By now, Sheldon’s belly was a bloody mess. The monk flung Sheldon to the ground. The other man’s eyes were still staring right at him. The No. 9 of Wolf's Den was dead. He had been clobbered to death by the black-clad monk. How could he rest in peace?! Joseph Zea and others at the entrance of the hall were dumbfounded by the scene that had just unfolded. Suddenly, Autumn Field Group was in a state of chaos. The monk was once again advancing towards Joseph. This time, no one dared to come up to stop him.

‘Anything I can do to help? Bridget smiled. ‘Sadly, no.’ What was wrong with her? Any woman would have jumped at the chance to get to know this bloke; he was gorgeous. Broader and quite clearly more muscular than Andrew, he nevertheless wasn’t Andrew, and her heart belonged well and truly to one man. ‘Okay then.’ He flashed her a smile in return. ‘Well, I’ll be on my way then. Oh, my name’s Monks. Jackson Monks.’ ‘Bridget,’ she said as a reflex. ‘Bridget Clarke.’

"Monk. what happened to him!!?" Monk explained "I think his memories were trapped, while he trying to remember it's paining inside him and conclusion his powers overwhelming" Mew exclaimed "But who did this to him?? Is!!! It them!!!!?? Black People!!!!" Monk answered "No. we can't conclude that maybe his own people." Mew got confused and asked "But why??" Monk said "Time is the only answer. It will clear everthing." Mew continued "Monk. You said he is no my destined one then how come he became my Mate??"

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.