Shameless Thanksgiving Monica Novels & Stories

Her face was scrunched up in concern. " It's fine, you've done more than enough for me these past few days, I'm grateful for your help." Tasha's eyes widened and she blushed. " Wow, this is the first time I've heard you thank me more than once in a day." She said in her usual shy voice. Her words hit me hard, I know she didn't mean anything to it but I couldn't help thinking hard about it, did I really not appreciate her enough? I tried to think about scenarios where I had been thankful to her but I couldn't come up with anything. I was deeply ashamed of myself.

(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.

The other people at the table sat slack jawed, their expressions shouting that they wished they weren’t witnessing the exchange, but there was no play for any of them to go save the restroom, and since the show was about to start again and none of them had received their awards yet, they couldn’t run off. Thankfully, Monica could. “I don’t know who your new little tart is, Trent, but she’s a bitch!” Monica said, pushing back from the table. She grabbed her handbag and stormed off in the direction of the lobby where the restrooms were located, just as the MC was coming back to the microphone to get the rest of the show underway. “That was awkward,” Celia whispered, a devilish grin on her face

The nightmare from my previous life was still vivid in my mind. At the time, I was thrilled as I walked onto the stage, thinking I could finally use the prize money to buy my mom some new clothes. Then Michelle suddenly announced that she was doubling the prize to one thousand dollars in recognition of my excellent performance the year before. Before I could fully enjoy the moment, Caleb started egging everyone on, insisting I treat them to a meal. Michelle even threatened to make me quit if I ruined the mood. In the end, the Thanksgiving gathering she had planned turned into a dinner I had to pay for. I ended up spending 100 thousand dollars out of my own pocket.

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."

Just when everyone thought Monica was about to get remarried, she broke up again. Apparently, she had attended a business gala with her wealthy boyfriend when she ran into Howard and his new wife. Howard's wife had mocked her, calling her secondhand goods nobody wanted. She even sneered that Monica must be starving for attention. To secure a rich man, she was willing to date someone old enough to be her father. Being humiliated like that in public, Monica obviously couldn't swallow her anger. So, right there in front of everyone, she had slapped the woman and thrown a glass of red wine in her face. She had nearly flipped the table, too.

"Because victory without family is just loneliness dressed up in expensive clothes. Because revenge without forgiveness just creates more enemies. Because I realized that the only way to truly honor my parents' memory is to build something better than what was destroyed." Sarah nodded, understanding flooding through her. "And you think I can help you build something better?" "I think we can help each other," Mona said. "I think we can create the kind of family that chooses love over hate, forgiveness over revenge, hope over despair." Sarah looked down at the documents one more time, then back up at Alexander and Mona's expectant faces. "When is Thanksgiving dinner?" Alexander's smile was bri

"I miss a lot of things, Monica. I miss the simplicity of working for what I have. I miss the dignity of not being defined by the man standing next to me. But most of all, I miss the ability to be honest." I took a deliberate step toward her, forcing her to hold her ground. "You speak of charity, but we both know that you’ve been chasing a seat at this table for years. You haven't been waiting for a husband; you’ve been waiting for a crown. It must be agonizing to watch someone who never even tried to win the prize end up wearing it." The silence in the room was absolute. Monica’s mask flickered, a crack appearing in the porcelain perfection of her face. She raised her glass, her hand trembl

"Steamed king crab for me. Don't crack the legs too much." "My kid only eats fatty tuna belly. Make sure you prepare extra portions." A male colleague sent a voice note. "Stanley, you're the man. My kid wants to say thank you." Right after, a child's high-pitched voice piped up, saying thank you. The chat filled with a barrage of messages thanking Stanley. Even our general manager, Landon Todd, who had been completely silent until now, popped up with a row of thumbs-up emojis. "Stanley's team spirit sets a great example for the whole company. He's definitely the top candidate for Employee of the Year."

Monica gave William a gentle shove as she separated herself from him, and started to descend the steps while hiding her shame because she knew Danielle had witnessed them in such an intimate posture. William drew his brows together and frowned at Danielle who did not know unknowingly she dissatisfy the devil. “How come you arrived here so early this morning, Danielle?" Monica inquired as she leaned over to give her a hug and said, "Merry Christmas, by the way." The previous day, she had put together so many plans, including calling Daniel and cooking the family, but every single thing went haywire. She did not know why she decided to be dumb by believing in her aunt, but she had nothing in h