Monica Shameless Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

Twice. My face didn't even twitch. I gave it a like. Phone buzzed. Unknown number. I picked up. Shayne's voice came through, all smug and sure of himself. "Leyla, I KNOW you're jealous. You finally gave in, huh? This is your shot—apologize, mean it, and maybe I'll forgive you." I didn't say a word. Then—loudspeaker in the background: [Passenger Leyla Landon, please proceed to Gate 12 for flight MV1234.]

"Because victory without family is just loneliness dressed up in expensive clothes. Because revenge without forgiveness just creates more enemies. Because I realized that the only way to truly honor my parents' memory is to build something better than what was destroyed." Sarah nodded, understanding flooding through her. "And you think I can help you build something better?" "I think we can help each other," Mona said. "I think we can create the kind of family that chooses love over hate, forgiveness over revenge, hope over despair." Sarah looked down at the documents one more time, then back up at Alexander and Mona's expectant faces. "When is Thanksgiving dinner?" Alexander's smile was bri

“What were you two talking about? fill me in so that I won’t be left out “she asked curiously looking at the two beaming faces. when they acted mysteriously like that, she didn’t know what to expect. “We are so happy for you, dear. Things are going on well with you and Jack. I never could have imagined that you could forget that asshole, Wesley Storm “Monica said with a huge smile on her face. “Yeah….I couldn’t have been more impressed by you, girl. You are the strongest person that I know and I live up to your standards. You really decided to move on despite the heartbreak and the tragedies in your life recently. kudos to you. I am so proud of you. The drinks will be on me today. Just ta

He lifted his glass, his silver hair catching the chandelier light. “Alright, everyone,” he said, voice calm and regal. “It’s Thanksgiving a time for family, gratitude, and truth. I’d like each of us to raise a glass and say something from the heart.” He looked around the table, then smiled faintly. “Let’s start with someone who always has something inspiring to say Amelia Stone.” All eyes turned to Amelia. She rose gracefully, her red dress illuminating the light . Her voice was calm and steady. “I’ll keep it short,” she said. “Tonight reminds me that no matter how much power or money we gain, it’s nothing without peace. I’m grateful for second chances… and for the lessons that came with pa

"Your mouth might end up being a house to flies. Or worse… someone might think you actually want to be here." Monica's eyes snapped up to Jade's face, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "I don't–" "Save it." Jade crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up. "With how much you kept to the time I gave, one wouldn’t believe you were the holier than though that criticised me when I was eating Vannessa’s pussy." Monica's cheeks flushed as her eyes lowered. "I came to tell you—" "To tell me what?" Jade stepped closer, her chest grazing Monica's chest. "That you're disgusted and that this is immoral? Or maybe you're here to expose us?"

Monica hurriedly covered her mouth, looking alarmed as she said, “Sorry… I… I didn't mean to bring it up…” Harmonia smiled faintly and shook her head gently as she said, “Do you think I'm so fragile in your eyes? Do you think you can’t mention your uncle in front of me anymore just because we’ve already broken up?” Monica shook her head repeatedly. “No! Aunt is the most amazing!” “So why are you apologizing to me?” Harmonia's tone was unusually gentle. Monica giggled foolishly, “You’re right…” She then lowered her head to continue packing, suddenly exclaiming, “Ahh! I found it!”

Maybe it was because Monica simply didn’t care about other people’s business, or perhaps she just wasn’t the type to make a fuss over things that didn’t concern her. Either way, I felt at ease with her. Who would’ve thought that an eccentric goth could make me feel this comfortable? But that comfortable night didn’t last long once Darren and Layla finally emerged from their room. They smelled like shampoo and soap, a clear sign that they had just taken a shower. "Monica?" Darren suddenly tapped her shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing here?!" Monica lazily glanced up at Darren, completely unfazed. She popped another piece of snack into her mouth before answering, "Wha

Enraged, Monica grabbed the coffee mug and splashed it on Jemma’s face, "You bitch!" The commotion caught everyone's attention, and people started watching the drama unfold. Monica raised her voice, "Don't sympathize with her. Do you even know who she is? She hooks up with rich people, carries kids without getting married, then blackmails them into marrying her. Just like her mother did. Shameful!" Monica shouted for all to hear, leaving Jemma feeling ashamed, closing her eyes and lowering her head.

“On the couch, Ashanti. I give you a roof, and you need more? I scoffed. “That’s a bit much even for you, Monica. You’ve got more than a room in this apartment.” “And yet I say you should take the couch. Learn to be grateful, Ashanti. Don’t be greedy.” A dry chuckle escaped my lips. “I’m Ashanti, Monica. Not some street munchin.” “Yeah. Ashanti, the low-life criminal actress. Make do with what you have, don’t push it.” She said, walking off, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, gritting my teeth. She will definitely regret this.

she laughed and squeezed us both back. Monica’s messy red mop was tickling my nose but at that moment I didn't care seeing how thrilled my mate was, I shared in his exuberance. “You're going to be a grandma,” Conri growled emotionally and Monica looked shocked and eyed us both with tears forming in her eyes. “Oh my Goddess, THANK YOU,” she said softly and we continued hugging each other in the morgue of the infirmary.