Shameless Thanksgiving Monica Novels & Stories

“Whatever happens, just know we’re proud of you, Trixie. You’ve handled everything with such grace.” The moment filled me with warmth — a rare peace amidst all the chaos of the past few months. For a few hours, everything felt simple again. After dessert, Trevor helped Dad clean up while Mom and I chatted in the kitchen. She wrapped up leftovers for us to take back to the house. “Thank you for coming,” she said, hugging me tightly. “It’s not Thanksgiving without you.” I hugged her back, smiling into her shoulder. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

"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

"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.

XAVIER ROCKWELL I would be lying if I’d say I’m not critically nervous about this upcoming thanksgiving dinner. Usually, thanksgiving dinner is a shitty dinner for me mostly because it’s just me, my mom and Hector. A dinner for three shouldn’t be that shitty but for the three of us, it was the shittiest that I have to suck up for years. We don’t have that much food served on the table mostly because they’ve spent their coins on coke and weeds and that’s okay, I don’t usually give a fuck about them pampering their vices. The only thing that makes the dinner unpleasant was Hector’s constant portrayal of his supposed alpha dominance and his unabashed display of being the so called man of the ho

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.

Shirley nodded with a smile, "Yes, we just arrived." Simon nodded at Tina and said, "Miss Tina, long time no see." Tina waved her hand, "Hi, Mr. Simon." Simon chuckled lightly. He looked particularly handsome when he smiled, and when he looked at someone, that person always felt pampered. Monica stood by without much presence. Shirley and Tina completely ignored her. Seeing her brother's gaze fixed on Shirley, Monica's resentment deepened. But she wasn't foolish. The last time she caused a scene, it almost got herself into big trouble.

Halfway through the first episode, I remember Monica hasn't brought the cake yet. Right then, the door opens. Monica walks in, pushing a small trolley with a cake, a bowl of popcorn, a milkshake, and a bottle of water. Her forehead glistens with sweat, but she's smiling. "Since you are watching a movie, I add popcorn and milkshake," she says in broken English. My heart warms. "You're an angel, Monica. Thank you." She places everything neatly and starts to leave, but I grab her hand again. "Sit with me. Please. There's too much food."

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.