Things I Want To Say Monica Murphy Novels & Stories

Monica asked "Why would you say no? Look at where you have been living and how you have been living," I said "At least I am still alive," Monica replied "You are living like a Rogue. I am offering you a better life. If I were you, I would have accepted it immediately," I said "You really believe you can kill her?" Monica asked "I know I can, with your help," I replied "Fine, then count me in," Monica said "Then come on, let me get you out of here," I said

"Me too, Daniel. Me too." I could smell the champagne on her breath, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. Now, it was time to get the information I needed. "Monica, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice low and seductive. "Anything," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled, my eyes locked on hers. "Tell me, Monica. Do you really love me like you say?" "What do you want to know?" she asked, her voice cautious.

Wendy asked Monica was tired of playing nice so she said "I want her... gone, I want her out of his life... because aunt I think I have fallen deeply in love with your son. I want her gone" "Spoken like my daughter in-law, I will personally put her in her place" Wendy said reassuringly to Monica, but Monica didn't like the idea so she said "No aunt, I want to be a part of it I want to do all I can to make him mine" Wendy's admiration of Monica just got higher that she smiled.

However, he still managed a few words to her, "I am so sor…" Monica banged the table with her fist, "Oh please! If I wanted to kill you for my father's death, you'd be dead by now!" He swallowed fearfully, wondering secretly why else she had planned such a torture, "What else do you want then?" He almost screamed in frustration, getting a smile out of Monica. She leaned in closer in the most threatening pose she could muster. She wouldn't deny she took such a delight in seeing this man shiver before her, "In simple words, I want Kilmarnock back!"

"I want you to publicly declare it was all a misunderstanding. I want my boyfriend back. The one who used to look at me the way you were looking at her in those photos." I closed my eyes, picturing her face—beautiful, vulnerable, familiar. The safe choice. The expected path. Then, unbidden, Ava's face flashed in my mind—fierce, challenging, unpredictable. The road not taken. "I can't do that," I said finally. "Not yet." Vivian's laugh was hollow. "I see. Well, don't expect me to wait around forever, Alex. I deserve better than this." "You're not—" "Save it." Her voice was ice cold now. "I have a shoot in Milan next week. When I get back, you better have figured out where your priorities lie.

Then I slightly bowed my head. I hope you don't get mad at what I said. I was just trying to give him the idea of who I am because he seems to underestimate me because of my current situation. Of course I want money, and if I accept her proposal a huge load of money will come to me. Even though that's my sole purpose why I am building my reputation in this place, as much as I want to succeed in this life I also want to live a peaceful life.

I said. "Hmmm I did expect that. I will never forget, you are Cassandra Monasterio the very kind woman I met. Our behavior is so far away duh?" she said laughing which also made me laugh. "You are very obedient to your parents, dean lister, innocent and so on. While I, I also followed but usually my own decision is followed. HAHA!" "Include that your mouth is very dirty! Sometimes I also wonder how we can tolerate each other." I said laughing.

I think in palm husveti make it very close to telling her about who I truly am but there is something that always ruins or interjects and I can’t Speak. It seems the moon Goddess doesn’t wants me to spill. Anytime I try to tell the truth , there is always something that comes into that moment and ruins my well mapped plan there is just something that always ruins it and and give me the chance to tell her .I don’t want her to find out about it the wrong way. There will be no other way I am going to explain things to her that she Is going to believe me .

“Katrina, enough of the games. Cut the crap and tell us what you really want, or leave.” For a moment, Katrina’s expression faltered, but she quickly regained her composure. She uncrossed her arms and took a step forward, her smile widening once more as she spoke. “What do I want?” she repeated, her voice smooth and calculated. “Oh, that’s easy. I want what I deserve. Fifty percent.”