Things I Want To Say Monica Murphy Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and tried to gather my thoughts. "I want to make sure you're ready," I said, my voice wavering slightly. I want this," Monalisa said, with a firm voice, "But I want to be sure you do, too." I could hear the sincerity in her words, and I knew that she meant it. I nodded, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I want this, too," I said, my voice low and filled with emotion. "More than you know."

Her words are still ringing in my ears as we shuffle through the entrance to the studio, the sounds of the fans outside fading as the doors shut. “You’re late.” I don’t have to look up to know who it is. I’ve heard that exact phrase fall from Monica’s lips many times before. She’s lectured me so many times in my life that I’m nearly desensitized to it by now. As I pull the hat from my head and tuck it into the back pocket of my jeans, I step closer to her. “I’m fucking here. What more do you want from me?” Monica swivels on her heels and starts walking down the hallway. “I want you to give a damn about your own tour, Nash. That’s what I want.” Her words bounce against the walls of the empty

"I don't want to. And, I don't think I'll ever be ready." "Rose, you can’t spend all your days holed up in your room watching Friends!" I was saved by the front door slamming shut as Monica had entered into the apartment, bellowing, “Micky, how many times do I have to tell you not to park your car in my lot!!” They both had gotten busy to argue about it and I had gone to sleep. _ Now coning back to the conversation I was having, I looked at Monica and replied, "Until yesterday, I didn’t want to be happy."

"I am sorry. I guess you have called my name severally." "What is wrong? Can't you at least tell me something about what has been bothering you for quite a while now, you have always been neck deep in your thoughts bro." A touch of concern in her voice as she said to me. The white curtains at the entrance flew over my head, returned back to its shape and did that again, then slowly. "I miss Monica," I shut my eyes closed, and folded my palms together, placing them on my chest. "All I wanted to do was just to have her by my side, just to make her happy, just to give her the happiness she deserves -"

"Thanks for the fashion advice." "Anytime. I'm thinking bold patterns, maybe some sequins. Really jazz up the surgical look." Monica reached for my hand and I let her take it, her grip surprisingly strong despite how fragile she looked. "After this," she said, her voice rough with emotion. "After we've both recovered, we should talk. Really talk. About everything. I know you need time but I—I want you to know that I'm here. That we're here." Every instinct I had screamed to pull away, to build walls, to protect myself from the inevitable disappointment. But looking at Monica's face, at the desperate hope written across her features, I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

Maddie replied jumping, “I mean, of course, why not.” “Idiot,” Nattie mumbled under her breath. “Heu pup, aren't you hungry and missing our mate? Because I'm hungry and miss our mate.” Monica said, lying on a rock with a sad expression on her face. “I'll go check up on him now.”

"Who the hell do you think I am? Some kind of asshole?" Monica didn’t respond, her lips pressed into a thin line. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It was mutual, okay? Both of us wanted it." Monica let out a relieved sigh before her expression shifted into something more teasing. "Oh, so you finally made a move. I was starting to think you’d be playing house forever." She smiled and tilted her head. "By the way, when’s your rut? Just a heads-up—find somewhere else, because I have no interest in listening to you mating all night and day at home."

“I don’t want to leave you alone. I want to be here for you. I want to make this work between us.” For a moment she didn’t say anything. The air between us felt heavy, but not hostile, just thick with all the things that had been unsaid for too long. Finally, Monica spoke. “You’re kidding, right? You said no to moving in with the man you’re crazy about because of me?” I nodded. She groaned, setting down her fork, staring at the ceiling. “Unbelievable. You know, for a woman who runs a restaurant and bosses people around all day, you have terrible priorities.”

He reminded her. Monique sighed deeply. She had so much to say about it but couldn’t say anything as she didn’t want to sound possessive. Sometimes she forgets that mission and is always caught up in the moment. “What is it?” Gavin asked inquisitively, knowing that she had something in her mind but wasn’t saying anything. “I don’t want you to, Monique finally voiced out, not wanting to hold back anymore. “And why is that baby?” He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her.

She blurted out and instantly covered her mouth. “No, Monica. I am not married. I don’t have a girlfriend. And I am only interested in you. Also, I think this will be your next question. No, I don’t have any children. I’d like to have a couple, when the time is right. But as of right this second, I have no children.” I smiled and she blushed again. She didn’t let her eyes leave me. Good, she is gaining some confidence.