Yvonne Monroe Novels & Stories

(𝕬: 𝖉𝖚𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖍 (>ლ) ) Yvonne Belle is currently 16 and turning 17 the next month, Demi herself doesn't even know the exact day, she didn't really care. She was focused on making money, even though she's already rich as Yvonne, she wanted money of her own. Money was her only drive at the moment, she's not so desperate to have money that she'd sell her body, she still has a strong dignity and pride, she just tends to overwork at times. "Nova." The little fluff ball sat on the bed frame when Demi called her.

"Hey, do you want to come with me to my photoshoot today?" Vivienne's eyes lit up. "Yes, I'd love to! I've never been to a photoshoot before. What's it like?" Roxanne smiled. "It's a lot of fun. You'll get to see me in action, posing and smiling for the camera. And you'll meet Cynthia Monroe, the celebrity model and photographer. She's amazing." Vivienne's eyes almost popped out. "Cynthia Monroe? The one and only? I can't believe it!"

Voices of different ages once again spoke out of her as if she was a vessel of something beyond they know about. “The Queen has already claimed her throne as hers, only the Prince of the beloved land of the moon has the power to make her heart beat. Only then when both hearts of chaos turned into serving order, can vanquish was is yet to come, what is yet we don’t know about. The moon shall forever shine darker every single night now that the crown is at her might.” Cassiopeia then fell on her knees and the next words that came out of her mouth stunned them all. “Veronica is coming.”

She looked beautiful, attractive, and she had a sexy body. "Who are you?" Grandmother Lyndon asked. Monica smiled. "Excuse me, does Darryl live here?" "What is your relationship with Darryl?" the grandmother asked. The rest of the Lyndon family quietly looked at Monica, especially William. How was the beautiful lady related to Darryl? Was she another one of Darryl's women? Sh*t, how many affairs did he have? Yvonne was one, and another one had appeared. Monica felt uneasy as they stared at her. She forced a smile. "I am Darryl's friend."

YVONNE And here is my favourite of all four, she was glorified with beauty and a darker brown than Maria, her hair jet black like a starless night, her iris light brown that made her face glow with dark brows perfectly carved by her creator, she had a much redder lower lip and a fine set of teeth, her face shaped perfectly. Her slim waist and curvy hips and butts were unhidden. Yvonne was highly extroverted, playful, she carried herself with much confidence and had the habit of pampering herself, but quite the stubborn fellow, kind of fearless, daring greatly and wealthy too. Tied the knot with an obfuscating husband. Beautiful strong woman but emotionally weak.

There must have been something about her past that she didn’t want to recall. Zachary scratched his head. “To be honest, I’m pretty confused about this matter too! Back then, your grandmother, Yvonne Wilmer, was a showgirl in Michigan. However, her true identity was a secret agent. After some time, she seemed to have failed her mission and was abandoned. The Divine Constabulary’s president then caught her! I don’t know what happened after that. Somehow, Yvonne and the president ended up together. She became one of his concubines, but she was also the woman the president loved the most.

She was not about to give Zachary up. "I'll handle Monica. Don't worry about her. Anyway, Kenneth hasn't decided who he wants to marry. Surely you understand why he is taking his sweet time," Yvonne said as she poured herself a nice cup of floral tea. Shirley chose not to answer Yvonne. Monica was her number one concern now. She must have traveled to Imperia previously to tell Vaughn that Joey was the missing Fulham daughter. But how did she know? Did she witness the entire thing back then?

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

What was holding them up? I saw Marvin take out his belt and begin to beat the cook's daughter. Her screams were painful. "I hope you can live with yourself, Scarlett. Annie is just fifteen." She said, and I did not care one bit. My life was important to me too. Marvin beat Annie until she had cuts on her skin. The cook cried bitterly, and there was nothing we could do. So they chained Annie up and tied her to me. By the time they finished raiding the Redcape settlement, about Twenty-five young women had been chained up as slaves.

Stephen was not in the mood to elaborate, but he could tell Madeline was not really bothered, which eased his mind a bit. She was still up for a laugh, so Trevon's drama must not have gotten to her. Their calm composure finally convinced Yvonne that they were just friends, and her face cleared of the earlier turmoil. That was when Madeline learned that Yvonne was actually a singer, and not just any singer—a pretty famous one. Yvonne, feeling slighted, glared at her. "You don't know who I am? Don't you ever go online?" Madeline felt a bit helpless. "I'm not really into surfing the web."