Novel & Cerita Monica Shameless Thanksgiving

My favorite meal has been amplified and I can only ever have it if Monica cooks it. Everything in my life is amplified because of her. Everyone is basically finished eating and chatting around, laughing and smiling. And Monica stands and looks around the table. “Now, I have a few things to say. I am so thankful for you all, and thankful that you all joined us tonight. This is a big deal for me. I am usually not so trusting but just being around all of you has given me a sense of comfort I never knew was possible. Since spending time with Lucien and Nicole the last week or so, has really opened me up to how life should be. I know there will always be obstacles ahead but tonight is about new b

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

"Bitch! Do you think I can believe what you say? You've spent all the money Dominic gave you, right? What did you use that money for? Did you use that money to support a useless man like John? I really regret helping you. If you don't give me another gift, I will make it impossible for you to marry Dominic. Do you understand what I say?" After Monica finished speaking, she walked out angrily, she did not want to see Bertha's cheap gift and disgusting personality. She helped Bertha achieve her goal, but Bertha did not know how to thank her. She was really angry when she witnessed Bertha's disdain. Monica got angry and left, leaving only Bertha in the dressing room. She angrily broke Monica's

"That would be nice. But I can't. She is my best friend. This liver of hers is rich so maybe that's why she's proud now." "Ungrateful bitch." Monica spat out."I know of an ungrateful bitch in my life too. My son's first wife. Laura." At that point, Kim smirked. This was when she needed to drop the bomb. "Really? My best friend's name is also Laura. Laura Jones." Monica's eyes widened in shock. "What! She's the same person then. Ha! Such an ungrateful bitch indeed. That's just how she is. So all this money she has, is just because you're helping her??"

Her face was scrunched up in concern. " It's fine, you've done more than enough for me these past few days, I'm grateful for your help." Tasha's eyes widened and she blushed. " Wow, this is the first time I've heard you thank me more than once in a day." She said in her usual shy voice. Her words hit me hard, I know she didn't mean anything to it but I couldn't help thinking hard about it, did I really not appreciate her enough? I tried to think about scenarios where I had been thankful to her but I couldn't come up with anything. I was deeply ashamed of myself.

He had once blacklisted someone's family from the city just because their daughter had spiked his drink even though he hadn't taken a sip from the drink. Bella thought her friends must be stupid for kneeling before Kevin, she wasn't such a social media person, so how was she supposed to know who she had offended? After all, it was not her fault, he had held her back when she had excused herself to use the washroom, she thought to herself.

Guys I think I have an idea, I don't know if y'all will love it, but this is our chance a great chance to get back at them) Oliver (What do you mean?) ~~~~ Monica woke up and headed to the bathroom to take her bath, today was the day she'll be leaving Ohio for good since the reason she came here wasn't fulfilled. She had to go back to the life she knew, she wasn't a total sour loser. She is the daughter of the Smiths, a delegate for Mayor and a certified lawyer. She got out the bathroom and started dolling herself up. 'This might be the last time I come back to Ohio at least I need to look good and presentable for you Eric, hopefully this will be the memory you have of me' Monica thought

"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." I took a deliberate step toward her, forcing her to hold her ground. "You speak of charity, but we both know that you’ve been chasing a seat at this table for years. You haven't been waiting for a husband; you’ve been waiting for a crown. It must be agonizing to watch someone who never even tried to win the prize end up wearing it." The silence in the room was absolute. Monica’s mask flickered, a crack appearing in the porcelain perfection of her face. She raised her glass, her hand trembl

"Steamed king crab for me. Don't crack the legs too much." "My kid only eats fatty tuna belly. Make sure you prepare extra portions." A male colleague sent a voice note. "Stanley, you're the man. My kid wants to say thank you." Right after, a child's high-pitched voice piped up, saying thank you. The chat filled with a barrage of messages thanking Stanley. Even our general manager, Landon Todd, who had been completely silent until now, popped up with a row of thumbs-up emojis. "Stanley's team spirit sets a great example for the whole company. He's definitely the top candidate for Employee of the Year."

And he was nothing but a man made of mistakes. Brielle felt the last shackle snap the moment the divorce was finalized. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just exhaled—like a woman surfacing after years underwater. She drove across town and pulled into the small lot behind Talia’s lab, the smell of oil and concrete grounding her. Inside, Talia looked up with a grin. “Hey, how’s the brain trust going?” “It’s free,” Brielle said, placing a small case on the counter. “I’m Brielle Elise Monroe again.”