The One With The Fake Monica Novels & Stories

Everyone was happy. "Right!" she declared to her empty room, "That's my decision!" She scrambled to her bedside table to fetch her phone and dial Oliver’s number. After five rings, he picked up. “Good evening, Mr. Sterling. Sorry for the abrupt call, but I've made my decision regarding your proposal,” she said confidently, staring up at her ceiling. “Really?!” Oliver exclaimed then cleared his throat, “So, what is it?” Emily took a deep breath, “I'm in. I'll accept your proposal. I'll be your fake girlfriend”

They were beaming like crazy and it was contagious. After half an hour, Mike Trivino finally arrived at our table, his date following him behind. “Hey. I believe you already met Brianna”, he informed us. H.ell no! Brianna was wearing a pink strapless mini dress that it was so tight, it seemed that it was sewed on her. She is actually pretty, but it is very hard to tell under that heavy makeup and fake eyelashes. “Hello Hank. Hi Matt”, she practically purred, completely ignoring Michelle and me. Which is pretty stupid, considering that, in the past, she asked us to help her get a job for her sister where we work.

Looking at Monica's back that slowly disappeared, Miu then looked at the email and phone number of Monica on her phone with a smile and at the same time, she thought that she should talk with him better when they met again in the future. Monica looked at the fake elementary school student in front of him and said, "Is there a seat for one person?" "Ah, yes! Please follow me!" The waitress seemed to remember Monica since this guy was a bad guy that had asked whether she was an underage girl or not, however, she had to admit that this boy was handsome, especially when she could see that there were a lot of girls in the restaurant that were staring at him. "Guest, you're so handsome."

come on son, " Mrs Sarah said "mom, you know i have a fake IDENTITY with my girlfriend and my boss "max said covering the mic with his hand Mrs Sarah hissed loudly "is better you open up to her. I can't take it anymore, my own daughter in law couldn't recognised me, and it's not that Chloe is here."Mrs Sarah said with frustration "but she might be watching on her phone perhaps TV, anywhere Mom " his words were cut short when she removed his mask forcefully "What the hell? "Alex said standing up from his sit

It was as if her words had not affected him in any way. Monica waited until Terry disappeared from sight and finally collapsed to the ground. Feeling weak, she thought about her family. Even though the Hart family might survive this time, they would never be the same again. All she could do was buy time and slow down the decline of the family. They would have to devise something to fall back on and then find a way to come back in the future. What would happen tomorrow? Maybe she would face the humiliation for what she had done. Monica hated having to fake a show to clear Lisa's name, but she had no choice but to do it.

Flavio exclaimed. Zedrick and Troy turned to what Flavio was referring to. “Oh... my... God!” Troy gasped when he saw Eliza wearing a maroon two piece. The complexion is so white that it almost sparkles in the sunlight. The same goes for her boobs, which are perfectly shaped, smooth and have a very deep cleavage. And what is even more attractive is the shape of its waist which is accentuated by the big hips and butt. Almost everyone glanced at Eliza, everyone who was lying on the bench bed and even Troy's volleyball-playing friends suddenly stopped playing when he started walking towards where Zedrick was.

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

"You can call me Monica." Anthony just nodded slowly. The woman seemed to have marked him since the first day he stepped into the hall. Monica Adler came from Ireland. She was a professor in the field of macroeconomics and was very famous for her ideas for developing the economy in Ireland. But despite her genius and beauty, Monica was an annoying woman because she was always trying to get his attention. "Tonight there will be a gala dinner and dance party." "Yeah, I heard about it," Anthony sipped his coffee slowly.

Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile. “What is it this time, Emma? Are you going to tell me that he has a hidden family in Thailand or that he has a secret son? These gossips are ridiculous, I don’t even know why you even listen to them,” Florence rolled her eyes and mimicked her friend’s pose. “No?” Emma sounded offended. “And I don’t believe these gossips either, it’s just fun to share them with you. Who would I talk to about this? Anyway, this is the real deal, came from an official source.”