Monica Shameless Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

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.

… Back at my own house, I knelt before my father's urn to confess. Every time I'd been with Noah, I'd spent half the night kneeling here afterward. This time would be the last. After midnight, I shakily got to my feet and stumbled back to my room. My phone on the desk showed several unread messages—all from Noah. I opened the chat. A photo loaded. On a woman's shoulder blade was a small, bright red mole. [Elena, he said his favorite part is this mole on my back. When we're in bed, his kisses always linger here.]

"You're tense baby. Relax. Monica barely says anything at the meetings." I nodded. "I know." "She knows you have her number so she stopped with all the shocking shit." I grimaced. Yes, there was a time when she enjoyed flaunting her donors around us, their mesmerized eyes like cows being led to the slaughter, blood still spilled upon their clothing as evidence of her recent feedings. It repulsed her sisters and distressed me until finally I chastised her and threatened to punish her if I saw it happen again. By that time, I had been pushed to my breaking point, and Monica seemed content that she had pushed me there.

Monica thought to herself, "Why am I an eyesore? I am obviously so pretty!" The birthday banquet was about to begin accordingly. Sigrid was about to enter when she heard Wesley's flattering voice, "Sigrid, my dear niece! I've finally arrived. I'm sorry it took me a long time to find a parking space. I heard that Monica offended you. I'm really sorry about that. I've spoiled Monica. Thus, she always talks without thinking. Don't be angry."

Heath should warn them. Monica seemed fixated on messing with their reputation. She was unsure of Monica’s intentions, as they weren’t as extreme as usual. There was drama and reputational damage. But the spectacular excitement or showmanship wasn’t there. Monica loved to be known for causing the damage and drama. Otherwise, she couldn’t be the victim without those kind-hearted people’s pity and the attention her lies gave her.