Yvonne Monroe Novels & Stories

“Madam Miller, are you sure that you want to give me this money without any conditions?” “I just hope that you’ll not put Jackson in a difficult position.” “Putting Jackson in a difficult position? Who’s Jackson? Is it a cat or a dog?” Yvonne asked. Jade’s face was flushed. “Yvonne Yates, what do you want?” “I don't want anything.” Yvonne stretched out her palms. “Madam Miller, if you don’t have any hearing problems, then you must’ve heard me clearly mentioning what I want.” When she was done speaking, the doors were pushed open.

She pulled me into her arms, and for a moment, the exhaustion I’d been carrying melted away. Yvonne was half Black and half Brazilian, with skin that glowed like bronze under the porch light and curls that framed her face in a halo of wild beauty. She was everything vibrant and alive. Her movies had won ten major awards, she’d co-written Korean blockbusters, and her storytelling was so sharp it could make entire nations cry. And yet here she was, barefoot in a casual dress, welcoming me like a sister. “You look like you fought a storm and won,” she teased, pulling me inside.

With just a glance, no one could forget it. Yvonne realized that Malcolm liked such a woman. At the very least, Marilyn was much better than Velma. Yvonne had changed her mind today, so she came to see Malcolm. At the dinner tonight, Yvonne would let Velma become Malcolm's woman. Yvonne curled her lips coldly and looked at Marilyn with a mocking gaze. She thought, "Look at her clothes. What a shabby woman. How can Malcolm actually take her to the banquet tonight?

Zayn finally noticed that something was off, so he raised his head. “Haven’t I ordered you to leave…? Oh, Yvonne, it’s you, huh?” “Indeed, it’s me, Zayn. We meet again.” Yvonne batted her eyelashes. She had a surprised expression that matched her beautiful face and her graceful figure. One had no choice but to acknowledge that she was so exquisite that few men could resist her.

So, she chimed in, "Let's continue playing, Mrs. Yates Senior." However, Caroline still won in the next two rounds. After losing five million dollars, Yvonne became somewhat unsettled. Suddenly, her gaze fell on Kirk. Winning once could be luck. However, Caroline had won three times in a row. Yvonne realized things weren't that simple. This time, she handled it cleverly. "Sir, could you please get me a glass of water?" As she spoke, she even deliberately cast a seductive glance at Kirk. Yet, Kirk didn't even flinch, and his gaze remained cold. Yvonne almost lost her composure at that sight.

Although Xavier was known as a playboy, he wasn't so desperate that he would pursue an ugly girl like Yvonne. "No way, I will not let this happen!” Monica suddenly turned serious. "I have to make Kayla work harder! By hook or by crook, we have to confirm the marriage between our family and the Robinsons as soon as possible!” After the scene at the entrance, Yvonne was in no mood to go to work. When she returned to Oceania Villa, Yvonne ran into Mrs. Lopez. Yvonne greeted her briefly before turning to leave, but Tabitha stopped her.

Monique smiled, then she walked toward the kindergarten’s gate with Angel held in her hand. However, it seemed like Monique was very popular that day. As she walked out of the gate, another person shouted her name, “Monique!” She looked toward the direction of the voice and saw Yvonne standing there in her 10 cm tall high heels. Her thick, brown, and wavy hair was scattered randomly on her shoulders. Her eyelashes were curled up with mascara, and she wore a short vest paired with a short tank top, looking like a street girl. Her outfit made Yvonne look much more mature than her actual age.

Minka said, as Victoria got out and dried off. Victoria stared at the dress. It was amazing. It was an exact replica of the white Seven Year Itch dress that Marilyn Monroe had worn...except this one was blood red. She had seen the movie a few years ago on one of her rare free days off. She had gone to a two dollar theater near her family's apartment that played old movies. They were playing all Marilyn movies that weekend, so she stayed and watched three of them. Anything to stay away from her apartment. Her mom and dad weren't exactly a blast to hang around.

The moon has reached its peak, its crimson glow seeped through the foggy black clouds drifting across the fiery sky bringing chaos, deceit, and blood onto the world. As hellish as it looked, it's just as beautiful. Captivating even. Like most creatures on Eldora, a young girl, Valerie Carson, watched within the darkness of her dungeon.

“Without taking any more of your time we would like to make another announcement which is another reason for this ball.” “We would like to formally introduce you to our daughter, Evelyn Monroe, CEO of Monroe Interiors.” A hush fell over the room, as shocked and confused faces looked towards the entrance, where Ryan Monroe walked in with a young woman. Dressed impeccably in a navy blue, A-line, off-shoulder evening gown, with a sweetheart neckline, embedded with Swarovski diamonds that shimmered brilliantly with every step they took. But what took everyone’s breath away were her eyes, a beautiful violet, highlighted by her jet-black hair and pale skin, her features an exact copy of Rudolf’s b