The Book Lady Monroe Novels & Stories

That there would be time. There was no time now. But she remembered a name inscribed on the inside cover of the notebook, in different ink from the rest, older, the letters slightly faded — a name that had nothing to do with Kings or Vosses or any of the people who had decided her value and found it wanting. A woman's name. Written with the particular care of someone who wanted to be remembered. Eleanor Monroe. Not Eleanor King. A different Eleanor entirely. Someone who had built something in a glass and iron space and then been forgotten when the world moved on, the way women's work so often was — absorbed into the estate, the archive, the background of other people's stories.

“This ends when I say it ends.” Steve stepped back just enough to straighten his clothes, but the fire in his eyes promised retribution. “It never ends, love. Not for us.” He hit the resume button. The car jolted downward. As the doors opened on the lobby level, Lila Monroe stood waiting, perfectly poised in designer heels, her smile sharp as a blade. Behind her, two of Eleanor’s discreet security men lingered like ghosts.

“How could you do this to me?” “I’m so sorry. But I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t have come. Without you as my maid of honor, it would ruin everything.” Lily was one of those women who had begun planning her wedding the instant she left the womb. She’d accumulated a ceiling-high stockpile of bridal magazines and catalogs by the fifth grade. After a few miserably failed false starts, she had finally snagged Mr. Right. Lexi got the feeling Lily saw this as her last chance and that, if everything didn’t go exactly as planned, she was destined to spend the rest of her life alone and childless and die a bitter spinster.

Arthur turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and pressed it against each side of my hair. "It's the same as Mrs. Carol's behavior earlier. She may have a large media holding, but her reckless actions often backfire. You just need to focus on walking the straight path you're on," Arthur explained. "That's right. You silenced them very well! Wow, it makes sense that they'd be fighting over the biggest stock prize. Who could resist the golden opportunity to be at the top of the billionaire love-controlling pyramid?" "You're wrong to wrap it in love alone." Arthur gently pushed my shoulder. My head was now completely wrapped. "The elite risk their pride and their pursuit of a higher rank, whil

Settle in New York, prep for my baby's birth. I stared at the screen with a firm resolve, but a hollow pain lingered. I locked the note and set the iPad aside. The next week, I was at a Mayfair gala, a dazzle of gowns and tuxedos. My black dress was sleek, my smile a shield. Monroe Media was the night’s talk, and I played the part—cool, unyielding, London’s PR titan. Tara, my assistant, leaned in. “Aaliyah, toasts are up. You’re after Roger.”

It was evident from the soft moaning sound typical of a small kid that began to be heard. "Who are you?" Katheryn asked when she couldn't contain her curiosity. She even stepped foot, closer to the foreign adult woman. Her face is beautiful, there are already a few fine wrinkles around her eyes. How old is she? Around 35 years old maybe? "Sorry, who are you?" And Where am--" Swoosh!

But I wouldn't be too surprise kung malalaman ko kung meron nga siyang ginawang masama after all, Lady Marina is branded as the wickedest dame of all. I looked at Mona saka umiling ako bilang sagot. I don’t see anything that I like, hindi naman ito bookstore or a place that sells my favorite shoes and foods. But I like what I’m doing right now, just watching all the clothes tapos magtatanong kay Mona pero hindi naman bibilhin. Reminds me of my experience in the mall.

Following the newest trend and fashion was something that the elites has to keep up, in the waves of new activities in the New City, unlike other’s mindless woman, Countess Vinetta Monti always deemed herself to be someone who hunger for knowledge, so instead of shopping for unlimited clothes in the Commercial District, she stationed herself at the Aeternum Grand Central Library, right in the heart of the Residential District. In her euphoric state of millions of new knowledgeable books that were in stored there, She found many of interesting book written by the President Himself, covering multitude amount of topic. One that struck her was the topic of economy, when the opportunity like thes

"Just get some pizzas. Oh, breadsticks and applesauce for Kas. Do you want anything else, Baby?" "A banana would be great. I'm really hungry." Bronx smiles. "Get the lady a banana, Milo!" I turn back to the book I'm reading. It is written in old English, so it's difficult to understand. I flip the page to find a beautiful hand-painted illustration. It is a depiction of the Moon Goddess. There's a man standing next to her that looks like a king. They are surrounded by children. She is holding a baby in her arms with gray hair and violet eyes. The title on the next page says 'Menae - Children of Selene'. No freaking way.

I had almost forgotten they speak these since Damien stopped some time after I was brought to this pack. “Hey come on.” Linda turned to me swiftly before walking into another room. Walking into the room filled with nothing more than long rows of shelves filled with books to the brim, a quite aged woman was sitting at a table, reading a book with her eyeglass fixed on the bridge of her nose. “Hello, Mrs. Kennedy.” Linda greeted, keeping a smile on her face. “Hello, how may I help you?” She did not look friendly, not even one bit, she looked like she was mad for getting disturbed. Linda immediately pulled the stealer’s book from her back, placed it on the table and hurriedly flipped through th