Things I Want To Say Monica Murphy Novels & Stories

"Why do you want to send me away?" "It's not Iike that," I say. "I want to make sure that when I start poking around about who and what you are, you would be—" "But you already know what I am," she says. "You just didn't tell me. You just can't tell me." "I can tell you everything now," I say desperately. But Monica is already shaking her head. "If you want me to go, then I will go. But don't bother coming to find me when I refuse to come back."

“There’s yogurt in the fridge. Or cereal. I wasn’t sure what you liked.” “I’m not hungry,” Monica said, voice flat. More silence. Indiana turned on the signal and slowed as they approached a bend. “We’ll be there soon. I told Mrs. Beatrice we’d be early.” “I don’t want to go straight there,” Monica said suddenly. Indiana looked over. “What do you mean?” “I want to leave,” Monica replied. “Not… disappear. I want to tell people I’m okay. Spencer’s probably losing his mind. Max. Even Liam. They need to know I’m not dead.”

“Thoughts on-” “Your Majesty!” Monica said standing up angrily. “I am still able to bear children. And I also have the amplifiers at my disposal so I can provide a child in as little as two months!” Ha! You actually want to have another child? Is that even tolerable after you’ve tried so hard to kill me?

Donovan inquired sadly, "What do you want?" Mona straightened up straight and declared when she saw that she had finally given in, "What I want is very simple. I just want you to say something about Sydney.” She wasn't sure if Mrs. Donovan actually knew the secret between Sydney and Dina, so she could only fool her this way. Mona tapped her fingers on the table anxiously, and Mrs. Donovan stared at her with a serious face. "I don't have a lot of patience, so you should know that I won't wait for you to figure out how to say it. If you can't say anything useful,” She glanced at Mrs. Donovan with purpose and said. "You should get it."

MONIQUE I quickly walk back toward Marcus. “No, no, no, no, no, no. What are you saying? I want the divorce. I do NOT want to be married to Ryan. Please don’t think I’m doing this because it was your idea. I do not want to be married to that horrible disgusting man. Who would want to be married to him? Of course, I want to get divorced.” “Are you sure?” he asks softly. “Because your aunt kind of used some crazy big words.”

I slowly looked back at him in annoyance. “What I need is my wife and if I recall she doesn’t like Monica. So after the press conference Monica is gone otherwise we can just do a repeat of the last few days once she wakes.” I deadpanned. The anger that swirled in his eyes as he stared at me had me chuckling as I looked away from him. “Bella doesn’t remember me so we can try again, she might like me this time around.” Monica insisted desperately. I groaned internally as I looked at Monica in annoyance. “Clearly you want to replace her and I don’t trust you to not do something stupid that will cause problems in my life.” I stated pointedly.

he naturally hugged me and placed his hand on my lower abdomen, "have you ever felt uncomfortable lately? It's time for a pregnancy test tomorrow, and I'll be with you." "No, thanks," I broke free from his embrace, "I don't need it anymore." Lucian finally realized something was wrong, "what do you mean? Have you been feeling uncomfortable lately?" The omega housekeeper beside interjected, "Luna Alice has a bad appetite these days and hardly eats anything." Lucian immediately loosened his tie and said, "Let me cook your favorite food, be good and eat a little bit." As he turned around, he reminded the housekeeper, "Take good care of my Luna Alice and never let her bump into something."

She corrected him and continued with her food. "Right." He rolled his eyes and waited for my response. I have to say something! I have to say something, please! I racked my brain for what to say, "I... I... I'm jealous, I so am and I'm just so desperately seeking her audience and I don't think much about what you said. Weren't you referring to Natalia as the higher power? Maybe she paid you to stay with her, yeah?" I tried to look as confusing as I could.

“Your trick, is it something that might interest me?” Now she was looking at me suspiciously. “Why?” she asks. “Do you want to make use of it?” I let the question go through my psyche first before I quickly say, “No. I just wanted to know,” Not waiting for a response from her, I ask, “Did you just get back from the human territory?” I was still trying to gather myself from the disturbance of my nap, but I had no choice but to get my head around. “Yes, I just did,” Monica says. “Had to rush out of my job because I was pretty bored. You know how the office job stuffs work,” she lets out a sigh after saying that.

He wanted to see if his wife was made of glass or steel. I stepped forward, my voice steady, though my hands were cold. "I miss a lot of things, Monica. I miss the simplicity of working for what I have. I miss the dignity of not being defined by the man standing next to me. But most of all, I miss the ability to be honest."