Novel & Cerita Shameless Thanksgiving Monica

"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.

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.

"That would be nice. But I can't. She is my best friend. This liver of hers is rich so maybe that's why she's proud now." "Ungrateful bitch." Monica spat out."I know of an ungrateful bitch in my life too. My son's first wife. Laura." At that point, Kim smirked. This was when she needed to drop the bomb. "Really? My best friend's name is also Laura. Laura Jones." Monica's eyes widened in shock. "What! She's the same person then. Ha! Such an ungrateful bitch indeed. That's just how she is. So all this money she has, is just because you're helping her??"

Casinos, docks, private clubs, and off-the-record deals could call him away at any hour, so a sudden emergency sounded reasonable enough. My mother only squeezed my hand and said that as the future Donna, I would have to get used to the weight of his position. I had barely sat down when my phone lit up. Cassia had updated her story. Nine photos. One caption. [Someone remembered I hate spending Thanksgiving alone. Thank you for the surprise.] In the photos, the custom basket I had picked was already open. The pumpkin pie sat in neat slices. The turkey roll lay on a silver platter. The nut-free cookies sat beside a glass of red wine.

Great. This is the last meal I will ever have to share with her, and she has been pretty decent for the last hour. This won’t be that bad. Monica is laughing and more open than she has been in a long time. I guess not having the burden of a daughter living with her so she can leave Northern California like she always wanted to has made her feel more free. She is acting much more like the fun-loving girl I knew in high school. Still crazy and a little annoying, but much more tolerable to be around.

"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.

"That's all thanks to Margot. She stayed up with me night after night so my defense would go smooth. Without her, I wouldn't be here." Margot ducked her head, all shy. "I'd do anything for you." The guests clapped, praising them like the perfect academic power couple. I stood in the corner, shaking with rage. I worked myself half to death for him for four years. Now he had status, success—and he was showing off his love with his side chick. Edward raised his glass and stepped into the middle of the living room. "Thanks for coming. Today's not just a celebration. I also want to thank the most important person in my life."