Novel & Cerita Monica Shameless Thanksgiving

The realization struck me with a force I hadn't anticipated. "Oh, I see," I managed to respond, my voice feigning casualness as I shook Monica's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Fitzgerald." Monica's eyes sparkled with a mix of warmth and grief. "Please, call me Monica. And it's truly a pleasure, though I wish it were under different circumstances." I forced a smile, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between us. Stella's passing remained a delicate topic, one that cast a shadow over the festivities. Monica's gaze, however, seemed free from any preconceived notions, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

I bit my lip, withdrawing a little, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Zale cleared his throat, the sound loud and jarring, and my cheeks turned all red. [DING] Side mission complete, host. "Where's my reward?" I didn't mention a reward, host. There was only a penalty. I rolled my eyes, blood boiling hot. This system was getting on my nerves. The remaining distance back to the Goldmane tribe was quiet. I stepped down from the carriage, my robe flowing behind me.

And yet, in front of another woman and another child, he moved with ease, calmly putting together a proper home-cooked dinner. I felt as if an invisible hand was clenching my heart, squeezing until I could barely breathe. Without thinking, I reached for the car door, ready to storm upstairs and confront him. Then the surveillance footage flickered and abruptly switched to live feed. On the screen, Silas set the final dish of spicy stew on the table and spoke with a sigh of satisfaction. "I've finally gotten Ariana and that little rascal out of the house. Thanksgiving should be spent with just the three of us."

she spat out and was about to walk away when Janice grabbed her arm and pulled her to him unexpectedly "You should have slapped him across the face…for calling you cheap names…people make mistakes that doesn't mean…they are monsters" Janice whispered, the concern in his eyes made her wonder, tightening the grip on her. Monica's eyes met with his. She didn't expect him to say much. It looked like he heard everything "Let go, "Monica whispered, biting back tears. She hated it when people showed her pity just like Janice was doing. Both stayed still. None moving, Monica didn't avert her eyes from him neither did Janice until the sound of the door opening

“Fine. Talk.” “This tension between us…it’s pointless. I know last night was rough, but……” “Rough?” she cut in. “Rough is childbirth. Rough is surviving scandal. What you did last night was humiliation.” “I was being friendly!” I argued. She scoffed. “Friendly? You ogled Claire like she was dessert and I was the waiter clearing the plates.” “Monica, come on, you’re blowing this out of proportion. People talk, sure, but they’ll forget. What matters is us.”

CHAPTER HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN *So it's still technically a win-win situation * His lips curled up into a leery smile as he watched how enraged she was. "I can't wait to see her try." He smirked. Monica scoffed with disbelief as she blinked her eyes uncontrollably. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?!" Monica shrieked in anger. "you feel no remorse for putting your own daughter in such a condition ?! What the hell! You are completely nuts! I don't blame Khole for leaving you! You made her life a living hell!"

snarled Monica " I don't think I'm smart , I'm clearly smart . You might act as the mistress of this pack all because you raised these wolves but let me tell you when they left their pack all of them were old enough to fuck women , do you think you really raised them up ? I think you are being a tad bit of narcissist . I don't think you need to tout your own horn so much , that it gets hoarse . You might not like me but FYI , I too sincerely do not like you at all . If possible I wish , I could have stopped Aiden from accepting a troublsome member like you but I didn't because I understand that my husband and my mate respects you as his sister and I will cope with all your nonsense until you

First, it was just chicken and fish at first, cause she could buy the canned one and empty a carton in 3 days, but then she saw the McDonald's advert on the TV and her interest was picked. She noticed that beef was sandwich in the bread and that convinced her to try it out. Ever since she did, she had lost count of the amount she had consumed up till now and now, the restaurant gives her a discount on all purchases. Their best customer. Then she noticed people staring at her strangely. Her fellow students began to laugh at her. Well, she didn't know them, but the owner of the body did. Her close friends asked her if she ate a frog or something.

"You heartless beast! How dare you live a life of luxury with your mom's life insurance payout and use your brother's share to buy yourself a house? You're deplorable!" "Look at her, making herself appear all fancy and presentable. That doesn't hide the fact that she's a shameless and ungrateful bitch!" The crowd surrounded me, and a handful of them at the front were even holding up banners, claiming that I'd kept all of Mom's life insurance payout for myself, preventing my own brother from attending college even though he'd gotten a score of 1400 on the SAT. The bolded words, printed in red, drew the attention of the other passersby.

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.