The Book Lady Monroe Novels & Stories

I opened the first one and my knees went weak at the headline. “From Cheating Wife To Runway Muse: Olivia Monroe’s Scandalous Rise At Luxe Devereux.”

And somehow, between bites and laughter, the tension that had followed us for weeks loosened its grip. She laughed easily today. Openly. The sound settled somewhere deep in my chest, warm and steady. I watched her while she talked—hands animated, eyes bright—and thought, This is what I’ve been missing. Halfway through brunch, I slid my phone across the table. “Read,” I said. She frowned, picked it up—and then froze. “Oh,” she breathed. The headline filled the screen: PARIS AWAKENS: CELESTE MONROE AND SEBASTIAN MOREAU DELIVER ‘THE AWAKENING’—A BOLD REDEFINITION OF MODERN FEMININITY

Mary Lin said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Here, young lady. You can take it and read it tonight but remember to return it to me.” Pushing the book in front of Quinlynn’s face, Mary Lin said, “Young lady, I wish you good luck! After reading this book, I feel you can be a great domineering CEO and capture your little lamb!” Quinlynn was overwhelmed by Mary’s enthusiastic behaviour. She could only spill out one word, “O-okay…”

ROSALINE I took out the best swimsuit I had brought along and put it on. The padded bikini top made my breasts look fuller and the high waist bottom accentuated my waist. I had never had the chance to wear it back in New York with dozens of Cosa Nostra men ogling at me, but here I could be myself, and wear whatever the fuck I wanted. Sliding a see-through shrug over it, I strode downstairs. Luciano had left for Toronto early in the morning as he had said and Cara had left for the town to meet up some friends. I was not sure if Lys was allowed to throw a party, but she was twenty-two and old enough to make her own decisions.

She is lying on the Hammock outside the presidential suite, Lauren walks to her and drags the book she is reading. "Hey stop it." Mandy tries to get it, but she can't. "Relax, I just want to see what you are reading." Lauren's voice is all nice and soft, no longer that cold voice. "Tangled life. Hm." He pronounced the name of the book. "Interesting, so what is it about?" Lauren asked, Mandy tapped the space beside her, Lauren stared at her, this girl was playing with fire, she didn't seem to learn, his level of self-control was on very tiny ground when his body came in contact with hers.

"Veronica Leech once came to my office with a very old book that had several torn pages. While she discussed with me about the contract, I noticed the book and asked her about it because it looked very old and ratty. She simply shrugged me off and said it was a family cooking recipe book that her grandmother had passed on to her. You see, I wasn't convinced but I let it slide anyway" Liam said, running his fingers through his hair. "What was the name of the book?" I asked. "The twin moons" ********

Normally, I ignored emails that weren’t signed off by my assistant, but something about the subject line made my attention snap: “URGENT: Monroe Family Request” I opened it, and the contents were immediately infuriating. The heiress of the Monroe family—Isabella Monroe—was at the center of a scandal. Her “wedding night incident,” as the email delicately put it, had apparently set the social media world ablaze. The details were thin, but the gist was clear: the Monroe family wanted me involved in some sort of damage control narrative. I met this girl in the club, she looked fine to me and she followed me back to my hotel room, she had sex and now she's claiming some kind of memory loss?

I was still going to do all I can to get it back on track after Lorenzo comes back. I am going to try and be happy again. Mona seemed deep in thoughts. To lighten the mood, I said. “I bet I’ve read more books than you.” She scoffed. “You haven’t.” “Fine, have you read Verity?” “One of my favorite, yes” “Claiming what’s his.” “Of course.” “The Duke’s Gamble.” “I read that a long time ago.” “The talking pillow.” She laughed. “That isn’t a book.”

Sally asked, hesitating. Her hairstyle marked her as a young lady, so it felt improper to address her as a married woman. Selena said nothing. However, the elegant woman gracefully approached with a smile on her lips. "Are you Lady Campbell?" Selena narrowed her eyes. "And you are?" The lady's smile deepened. "I'm merely a nobody of little consequence. Everyone calls me Madam Moone. But you are far too renowned, Lady Campbell. Who in the city does not know your name? The moment I saw your bearing, I knew it had to be you."

She looked nothing like the old librarian she was used to with her big spectacles and prominent wrinkles on her forehead. “G-good morning, ma’am!” Millie greeted the lady with a timid smile. The librarian lowered her specs and studied Millie like she was a police officer. “What can I do for you missy?” The lady spoke in a harsh tone which seemed natural for her. “Uh… I was just wondering, is the book called, The Art of Poetry available right now, ma’am?” Millie asked her. “The Art of Letting Go is the only one available, but if you want to see it in the big picture, you can just go into the movie house…” The lady blurted out, chuckling a bit.