Things I Want To Say Monica Murphy Novels & Stories

I nodded. Matt’s mother and a few others were speaking with Olivia, laughing from time to time. It was as though she had spotted me, because she seemed to increase her tone. “Oh darling, you got another masters, and started your own business? That is so beautiful… that is a true definition of a well-bred young lady.” The others agreed with nods and subtle words. I wanted to pretend it didn’t hurt much, or that I wasn’t affected by what was happening… but I couldn’t.

“What'd I say? Tell me Monica. What'd I say?!” “You said you loved me, Damian!”

Sincerely, I'm sick and tired of everything. "What? Do you really want that? Monica asked me I was mute for a moment. She smiled evilly. "You see, you do not want that" She concluded. "It's not like I have done anything wrong Monica" I spoke coldly then suddenly voiced out again.."Go ahead!" Everyone at the cafeteria turned their glances at me like I'm insane.

TEN YEARS AGO “I want to be a mother,” Monet said softly. “I want to hold my own child, rock them to sleep, console them when they're sad, go to their games and cook them lunch and breakfast, bake cookies and all the works.” She rushed the words out. The fear that the thought alone might be too big, too impossible, made her say it quickly, as if she slowed down, it would crumble before it left her lips.

“Possessed by what? She wants me to think that, and you know it, Richard. I’m not a child.” Monica giggled, running her fingers through my hair. “Maybe she’s just trying to save your soul, baby. You know, wives and their crazy ideas.” I glanced up at her, exasperated. “Save my soul? She’s the one driving me insane! You wouldn’t understand.” Monica pouted dramatically, leaning closer. “Poor thing. You should let me be your therapist. I promise I’ll make all your stress disappear.” She licked my ear. I smirked but waved her off, grabbing my drink for another sip.

Meg's words were piercing but Monica remained unmoved and said coldly, "get out of my face." Meg knew she had touched a sensitive spot in Monica and rather continued to taunt her, "you can't fire me, Monica, everyone has freedom of speech and don't try to stop me because people are watching. Very soon, I will become Mrs Norman so do everybody a favour and leave Sly alone."

he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Monica felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she had just said that. It was ridiculous, absurd. But she couldn’t take it back now. “I mean it,” she said, trying to sound confident. “I want to have a child, and I want you to be the father.” Chase shook his head, his expression disgusted. “You’re insane,” he said, turning to walk away. Monica felt a pang of desperation. She couldn’t let him walk away, not now. She reached out and grabbed his arm, holding him back.

“I’m up for anything. Take me places and show me things. Show me more of the real Paris!” Monica says delightedly. It’s a risk, one she knows they were both taking. Going to the Sun Orphanage was too, but being seen together in public is an entirely different level of

Ivy snorted as she raised her cup of tea to her lips before she finally responded. “Monica thinks she’s smart, but she’s slow sometimes. She acts impulsively, often as well. I’m not sure what it is with her, but it’s like she is reading off a script or something sometimes. I swear there are times when she sounds like she hasn’t got the emotions to relate to the situation or the people with. Life is like a game and she’s out to take everything she can get.”

I fail to understand you Vivienne" she added when I didn't say anything, she came to me and I was busy eating my evening meal. I had no idea what she was talking about hence I paused as I took a napkin and wiped my mouth and exhaled heavily "Monica...it seems you like me a lot...why are you bothering me?"I asked, feeling frustrated with her approach. I was having a good time eating for two since the baby was beginning to be a foodie and she just wouldn't let me be and now she was seeking trouble and then if I told her things she'd accuse me of being a troublemaker