Monica Shameless Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

'I can't believe I'm thankful to have toes to suck on,' Shamira thought, until the pressure in her asshole made further thought impossible. "What do you say to these nice people?" Shane asked her. "Thank you," she said after the Representative pulled her toes out of Shamira's mouth, her voice gaspy. "Louder," Shane told her, "and be more specific." "Thank you," she said so that everyone could hear her, "for fucking my ass and making me a whore."

Monica sighed and took in a long air, she was about to reply when she saw Christabel running down the hall to the toilet; she bend down and held her stomach with her hand as she ran, Sarah also ran after, muttering some incoherent words in panic. "Ati ko ifa le, ifa ti se. See what I was telling you. Every day always come with new drama." Grandma said to Monica, clapped her hands dramatically and finally had them fold on her chest. "Orisirisi," Grandma said to Monica but she was lost in thought, guilt nibbling on her. Her hands were shaking like a leaf on top of a river. Seeing Christabel reminded her of the evil she had done and the guilt was heavy just with the look.

(Katarina Schevenkova) Monica who is like a meerkat who just like a kid in a wonderland went all over the stores to looked at each and every single thing in it, When she were touching one of the window display items, Katarina who is seated in front of me, immediately reprimanded her, she walked towards Monica and slaps her hand away. “Oops~ sorry…Boss..is she really that cranky?..”. (Monica) Monica made her way closer to me and whispered into my ears.

"What do you want from me Monica?" "A thank you. Wait is it supposed to be a thank you from me to you or from you to me?" She said; acting like the bully she was as she came closer to me..tryna make me scared of her. "Whatever Monica. You are welcome" I told her and she laughed. "Really??" "Okay Monica, Thank you for everything. Thank you for not exposing my true identity" I told her and she smiled. "Now that's what I wanna hear from you" She said folding her hands underneath her b**bs.

she whispered. I nodded. “Apparently, they’re ’thank you’ gifts for helping me prepare for the trip.” Monica’s face did a slow, emotional collapse. Then she stood, walked around her desk, and hugged me hard enough to bruise a rib. “You’re ridiculous,” she said into my hair. “And Crest is ridiculous. But I’m grateful.” Cherry, meanwhile, was already wearing her earrings. “I feel like I belong on a yacht,” she announced. “Not inside a yacht. On top of it.”

Monica cut me a glare to not say a word, "mate bond or not. I just want to know one thing, did you have the balls to go up to the man and thank him. He let the one thing that brought him joy in his life go, for a person like you, so did you have the balls to thank him for that sacrifice or do you have your head stuck so far up your shit hole that all you can feel is jealousy whenever you see the two together?" Not even five minutes into her arrival and she was already asking the hard questions — after embarrassing each one of us first. Quade's brows dipped in a V and I watched him mull over Monica's question before he cast his eyes downward and shook his head. "That's what I thought. You're

Monica blushed hard, shooting a narrow look just to instigate me, " He can't already stay away from me even if I dress simply. I am a lucky girl indeed." I stayed calm and relaxed against her taunting. I wasn't interested in her melodrama. So I tried to walk off the banquet, enough with the humiliation. Just when I walked past Monica, something tripped off me. The tray slipped off my hold, immediately falling all over Monica. The red wine splashed all over Monica's white shoes, leaving a big stain mark. Monica cried out in shock before striking me across my face, " You Bitch! What have you done? You have ruined my everything! "

he instructed as he changed into a pair of house slippers. On any other day, I would've instantly made my way toward the kitchen and cooked for him. This time, however, I only responded emotionlessly, "I'm already done with my lunch. You can go ahead and order something in." Zeke shot me a dissatisfied glance. Then, he suppressed his anger and said, "I know you're still mad about Thanksgiving, but I'm actually starving. Now's not the time for you to be kicking up a fuss." I turned around and smiled at him. "I'm not mad."

Asked the other lady in feigned curiosity. Monica eyed her silently, casting her a look that showed she was losing patience. Wasn't the answer to that obvious enough for her? Elizabeth sighed and smiled, blocking out every sign of the sadness she felt deep down, " Fine. I've been very horrible to you, and yet today, you saved my life." She paused, "So I have come to express my sincere gratitude." Monica scowled and faced her mirror again, a nonchalant mood replacing the last. "If you came here to give me your usual feigned care and kindness, then leave my chamber. I have bigger things on my mind."

Monica replied. "Why," Mrs Scott asked. "I just needed some money to take care of my disabled son. I was hoping to win his petty," Monica replied almost in tears. "Monica, you are such an ungrateful person. I have withdrawn my support," Mrs Scott said and ended the call while Monica was begging. "You heard it for yourself," Mrs Scott said looking at Aiden who was shocked to the bone by what has just heard. "When did Monica turn into this?" Aiden thought.