Monica Shameless Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

I ask, and she nods. "I wanted to surprise you, but you ended up one-upping me," Marcus said, and then with a smile that made the side of his face puff and his eyes crinkle, he added. "Congratulations" "Oh, thank you very much." "I was thoughtless in my gift." Monica was ready to crucify herself. I felt it was cute that she wanted to make a good impression on us. "I should have..." "You did not know, and I am going to keep and cherish this until I can have it again."

"Last one—from @EyesOnTheInside: You look a lot like Indiana Hills Norbert. Are you both related? The air in the studio shifted. Tighter. Thinner. Monica held her breath for a moment. Then she smiled, just slightly. "I would take that as a compliment. Indiana Hills Norbert was an icon, who wouldn't want to be related to her?" The reporter stared at her for a beat, sensing the her pain. "And that wraps up our Q&A. Monica, thank you for your honesty." Monica nodded, still composed, but inside, her pulse was racing. Indiana Hills Norbert. That was rare. * * *

“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.

Dad asks when we're all sitted in the living room. I stand to my feet. "We are going to Host thanksgiving the traditional Hilton way." "The traditional way." Micah laughs. "You think you can cook all that food yourself?" "I'm calling Monique, I'm calling Naomi." "Who's Naomi?" Micah asks. "Mr Dawson's wife. She's my substitute at college. We bonded once, I don't even know why she came to mind." I laugh, but really thanksgiving is more than the food. It's the feeling of being together. Mom as the regular host usually invites the church, college, community.

the pleading in her eyes could not be hidden, the fear that lingers in them was visible enough to earn a fit of laughter from me, she narrowed her angry eyes on me, like I care, even if her whole world burns down I'll pour more gasoline and watch the flames swallow her withoutfeeling any remorse towards her. “ beggars can’t be chooser’s Glenda, are you here to beg or to fight?” Grace taunt her with a smirk on he face. Monica chuckled “ I heard that your dad is already a vegetable in bed, so don’t cause a scene, you can’t use your status to insults and mock us” Monica paused and looked at her shoes and smirked “ you are not beneath us, but under this shoe” she stomp her sandal on the groun