Shameless Thanksgiving Monica Novels & Stories

Sleep was the one thing that arrived without difficulty lately. The maid woke me when she came in with the tray of food, moving quietly but not quietly enough. I sat up slowly and ate in the dim room with the sounds of the celebration winding down somewhere below me. I was still eating when the door opened again. Monica barged in as always. She looked sad immediately. Not the composed, controlled Monica I had learned to read. Her face was red in the way of someone who had been somewhere emotional and hadn’t fully come back from it yet. Her dress was celebration-appropriate but her expression was not.

"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.

"Here." We crowd around the small screen, watching grainy footage of models stumbling while dramatic runway music plays. Monica leans in, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tries not to laugh too loudly. The tension breaks completely. Monica's posture softens, her back curving as she settles more comfortably. Heather kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet under her. Monica refills her wine, her movements looser than before. "Since we're sharing disasters, let me tell you about the time Johnson tried to cook dinner for his first girlfriend."

Maybe it was because Monica simply didn’t care about other people’s business, or perhaps she just wasn’t the type to make a fuss over things that didn’t concern her. Either way, I felt at ease with her. Who would’ve thought that an eccentric goth could make me feel this comfortable? But that comfortable night didn’t last long once Darren and Layla finally emerged from their room. They smelled like shampoo and soap, a clear sign that they had just taken a shower. "Monica?" Darren suddenly tapped her shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing here?!" Monica lazily glanced up at Darren, completely unfazed. She popped another piece of snack into her mouth before answering, "Wha

Now should I do my work or waste my time keeping eye on Monica. Urghh, where have I stuck again? - While working on the given assignment, I became tired. Suddenly I saw Monica coming out of Mr O'Neil's cabin., holding up the tiffin and went near to the dustbin. She poured all the food from the tiffin in that dustbin and the end, she threw the tiffin box in the dustbin too. What a dumb lady! If she doesn't want to eat it then she would have given the food to someone in need. I shook my head in disbelief and focused back on my work.

My tummy rumbled again, making me remember why I came downstairs in the first place. "She's a foodie like you." Dean told Monica and she smiled. "With a figure like that, you eat a lot?" Monica asked. "I was born with this figure, I don't even keep tabs,I just started exercising or more like training recently, I eat anything." I said. "I'm jealous, and you're so pretty, the moon goddess really chosen well for our alpha." She said and I smiled. "Thanks for the compliment." I said. "It's facts, not a compliment, let's go eat, then I'll take you to the market." Monica said.

she spat out and was about to walk away when Janice grabbed her arm and pulled her to him unexpectedly "You should have slapped him across the face…for calling you cheap names…people make mistakes that doesn't mean…they are monsters" Janice whispered, the concern in his eyes made her wonder, tightening the grip on her. Monica's eyes met with his. She didn't expect him to say much. It looked like he heard everything "Let go, "Monica whispered, biting back tears. She hated it when people showed her pity just like Janice was doing. Both stayed still. None moving, Monica didn't avert her eyes from him neither did Janice until the sound of the door opening

Ever since we were kids, Sabrina always had a glass of juice with her meals, while I never did. I ate in silence, the food tasting like nothing. I couldn't even tell what I was doing here anymore. Mom noticed my expression and tried to soften her tone. "That's enough. Don't act like you've had it so hard. Back when your sister was working out of town with us, she didn't even have a birthday cake on her birthday. "Now that things are finally better, why do you have to keep bringing up all these dusty, old grievances? Be honest with yourself. Ever since you moved in with us, haven't we treated you well enough?"

Monica’s laughter boomed behind her, loud and delighted. Stacey’s legs trembled. She knew she couldn’t handle this. She did the only thing she could think of. “Monica, please,” she said, breathing shakily. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t ever get on your bad side again. I can’t do this.” She gestured helplessly at the filth. “Give me something else. Not this. Please.” Monica placed a hand dramatically over her chest. “Awww, I’m soooo touched.” She wiped imaginary tears. “But it’s too late. If you had begged ten minutes ago, I might have listened.”