Monica Shameless Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

However, when she heard what he said. Monica laughed easily, and she fell over in an instant. She laughed and said, "You think I'll be amused by you just because you say something like that? Stop being so full of yourself, I'm only... not... Hey! What's wrong? Your face looks so ugly. Are you uncomfortable?" "Thank you for your concern, Miss McKenzie. I'm fine..." "What do you mean fine? Your face stinks like sewage water..." Monica finally seemed to realize something. She stopped laughing and asked with a guilty conscience, "Hey! You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Monica don't be dramatic." "All you've ever done is insult me," Monica said, her voice breaking. "My whole life. Every conversation, every interaction, you made sure I knew I wasn't good enough. Smart enough, pretty enough, successful enough." Tears tracked down her cheeks. "All I wanted was Isaiah and you got him too. Then you died, I thought I had a chance only for that little bitch to replace me.” Delilah stood abruptly. She blew a kiss at Monica through the gaps in the glass.. "I don't have to deal with this, I came here to say goodbye."

"Here." We crowd around the small screen, watching grainy footage of models stumbling while dramatic runway music plays. Monica leans in, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tries not to laugh too loudly. The tension breaks completely. Monica's posture softens, her back curving as she settles more comfortably. Heather kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet under her. Monica refills her wine, her movements looser than before. "Since we're sharing disasters, let me tell you about the time Johnson tried to cook dinner for his first girlfriend."

After that, the old grandmother led everyone back into the house. Before she left, she turned and said, "Take care of yourself and your dignity as a woman. What do you get as Darryl's mistress? You are just a b*tch." The door slammed shut after that. Monica stood outside the house; her body trembled. She was so ashamed and angry; she wanted to cry.

Monica chooses to go last, and as her fifth Summer of Love outfit walks, she can’t help but tear up. Jeanette looks amazing in it. Monica curls into Jackson's side and tells him, “Thank you for bringing her here. I can’t imagine doing this show without her.”

Monique was so shy that she quickly turned her head and said, "Young Master Brown, how could you be so shameless?" "What is shame? Can it be eaten? Can it be sold for money? If it can't be eaten nor be sold for money, what use is it if I keep it?" After saying that, he jumped into the river and swam freely. Then, he stopped and shouted to the shore, "Miss Monique, the river is clean and cool. You really don't intend to come in?" Monique didn't want to care about him. She thought that she knew him quite well in the past, but right then, it seemed that she didn't know him at all. At such a critical life-and-death moment, how could he still have the mood to flirt with her?

The thrill of our shared victory feels like the sweetest reward. “You’re such a devil, Gina,” Monica says, her voice full of admiration. “Yes,” I reply gleefully. “And the best part is yet to come.” She raises an eyebrow. “I know a strip club we can go to, but let’s save that for another time. I’ve got things to handle right now.” Her sudden hesitation catches me off guard. Monica never turns down a chance to celebrate. Something feels off. “Something serious?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

"If you don't have the money, don't come here to play pretend. You can't afford it but still complain about everything. Have you no shame?" Seated at the next table, a woman in flashy clothes scoffed. "Poor people these days are something else. They're always trying to force their way into places they can't even afford. "I feel bad for the poor waitress having to deal with such a weirdo. If it were me, I would've long thrown her out. She's completely ruining my appetite." I stayed seated and looked at the smug smile on Colette's face. She looked like she was enjoying the thrill of grinding my dignity beneath her feet.

Sleep came quickly, a welcome escape from the day's turmoil. Days blurred into weeks, the events of that night fading into a hazy memory. Monica's family, it seemed, had no intention of withdrawing their shares. They insisted on an apology, but I could see the forced smile on Monica's face, the resentment simmering beneath the surface. It was a hollow gesture, a performance for the sake of appearances. "Dang, she did that?" Trisha exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. We were at Trisha's apartment, the three of us gathered for a casual get-together.

Monica mocked, reaching for the hallway as her eyes scanned the people in the room, but Ben was not among them. Rilika felt compelled to strangle Monica because Monica's words were absolutely repulsive to her. She was the Lawrence Family's princess, and Monica was nothing more than a beggar in her eyes. Rilika fumed as her eyes shot glares at Monica for having the gall to say such a thing in front of her. “Monica,” Jessica approached her and hugged her shoulders before whispering near her ears, "Thank you so much, Monica! I will be your eternal debt!"