Shameless Thanksgiving Monica Novels & Stories

"Wow, you really surprised me." As we hugged, I glanced around the room, taking in the decorations, the food, and the smiling faces. It was all so thoughtful. "I cannot believe you did all this," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. Monica beamed with pride. "I wanted to make it special. I know how much you hate celebrating things, but at the same time you enjoy spoiling me so I could not pass on the chance of surprising you." I chuckled, feeling a little guilty for my earlier disappointment. "You know me too well."

Afterward, Monica returned to finish her breakfast and covered her tracks by cleaning all the kitchen utensils she had used. "Finally, one pest has been removed. Now, nothing can stop me from doing whatever I want". Monica walked to the television room. As she watched the broadcast, she accidentally saw that her live video had gone viral everywhere. Nathan's company was being swarmed by the media, and Nathan himself seemed reluctant to show his face.

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."

"Babes, all the janitors and cleaning staff really loved the bread I gave them. My dormmate is against what I do, but I'm still going to keep doing what I believe in. Love you guys!" She didn't spell it out, but she also said everything she needed to say. And so, online, Quinn was this grateful, kind, and socially responsible model citizen, while I was painted as a stingy, cold-hearted piece of trash. Her clueless fans showered her with gifts and donations. Even though she claimed she would use the money for charity, she pocketed it all. I watched her antics coldly. I knew very well that if I wanted her to fall hard, I had to let her climb higher first.

Seeing the blood on my forehead, my dad hugged me, looking pained. "Why are you beating my daughter?" Jason said in a hoarse voice, "Cassie made us miss the SAT! She deserves to die!" "Nonsense!" My dad raised his phone and shouted loudly, "The real culprit who made you miss the SAT is Nina Holiday. I have surveillance footage as proof!"

If Monica wasn't wrong, inside that bread, there was Iberico pork cutlet, caviar, foie gras, and truffle which made it very expensive. Monica was, of course, quite curious and also bought the same bread. Nana looked at Monica with bewilderment and apologized. "Sorry for not telling you about the special bread before, here's the money." "....Seeing you apologize honestly makes me quite uncomfortable for some reason," Monica said while looking at Nana weirdly. "What did you say?!" Nana was annoyed. "In this situation, you should say thank you, not sorry," Monica said with a smile. Nana looked at Monica for a while then there was a bright smile on her face. "Thank you, Monica."

The weight of their accomplishment settled upon Monica's shoulders, filling her with a deep sense of fulfillment. Sasha's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she listened to Monica's account. The knowledge that their efforts had borne fruit brought her immense joy. She recognized Monica's invaluable role in the mission's success, her dedication and unwavering commitment shining through. In a gesture of gratitude, Sasha vowed to reward Monica generously for her contributions. She understood the significance of Monica's actions, the lengths she had gone to ensure the safety and well-being of Zelda and her family. Sasha promised a reward that reflected the magnitude of Monica's efforts, a token

"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."

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

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.