Novel & Cerita Monica Shameless Thanksgiving

… 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.

“You’re actually serious.” She raised an eyebrow - ‘Duh,’ fully implied. A formal curse felt like something from an old story, a myth to frighten pups. But Monica’s face was serious. This was either a calculated lie to gauge my reaction, or a truth more dangerous than I’d imagined. I took another bite of chicken, buying time. “We’re very grateful to you,” Monica said, smoothing the front of her skirt, “Me, especially.” I worked hard to suppress my eye roll. “Glad to help.”

Hasan were appetizing to eat. Mbok Asih stayed by Monica's side, as it would be a pity to leave Monica alone with her sharp-mouthed in-laws. Monica began to eat the food provided by her in-laws, it tasted very good and she had increased her portion. "Thank you, Monica. For eating the food that mom cooked," said Widya. "Yes, you're welcome," Monica replied. "I'm sorry, I was wrong to you," said Widya. "No problem, let's turn over a new leaf and don't repeat my mistakes. Because there will be no apology after this," Monica replied.