Novel & Cerita Shameless Thanksgiving Monica

Then Monica stood up, slowly, clearing her throat. "Everyone," she said. Her voice trembled, drawing all eyes to her. "I have something I need to say." Elliot paused mid-sip of wine. "Everything alright, dear?" "I, uh… I suggested a family lunch because…" Her voice caught. She reached for a napkin, dabbing her eyes. "Because I wanted to thank you. All of you. For being such a wonderful family to me." Elliot reached out, brushing his fingers gently along her arm. "Aw, honey—"

she whispered. I nodded. “Apparently, they’re ’thank you’ gifts for helping me prepare for the trip.” Monica’s face did a slow, emotional collapse. Then she stood, walked around her desk, and hugged me hard enough to bruise a rib. “You’re ridiculous,” she said into my hair. “And Crest is ridiculous. But I’m grateful.” Cherry, meanwhile, was already wearing her earrings. “I feel like I belong on a yacht,” she announced. “Not inside a yacht. On top of it.”

After that, the old grandmother led everyone back into the house. Before she left, she turned and said, "Take care of yourself and your dignity as a woman. What do you get as Darryl's mistress? You are just a b*tch." The door slammed shut after that. Monica stood outside the house; her body trembled. She was so ashamed and angry; she wanted to cry.

“On the couch, Ashanti. I give you a roof, and you need more? I scoffed. “That’s a bit much even for you, Monica. You’ve got more than a room in this apartment.” “And yet I say you should take the couch. Learn to be grateful, Ashanti. Don’t be greedy.” A dry chuckle escaped my lips. “I’m Ashanti, Monica. Not some street munchin.” “Yeah. Ashanti, the low-life criminal actress. Make do with what you have, don’t push it.” She said, walking off, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, gritting my teeth.

Sleep came quickly, a welcome escape from the day's turmoil. Days blurred into weeks, the events of that night fading into a hazy memory. Monica's family, it seemed, had no intention of withdrawing their shares. They insisted on an apology, but I could see the forced smile on Monica's face, the resentment simmering beneath the surface. It was a hollow gesture, a performance for the sake of appearances. "Dang, she did that?" Trisha exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. We were at Trisha's apartment, the three of us gathered for a casual get-together.

Guys I think I have an idea, I don't know if y'all will love it, but this is our chance a great chance to get back at them) Oliver (What do you mean?) ~~~~ Monica woke up and headed to the bathroom to take her bath, today was the day she'll be leaving Ohio for good since the reason she came here wasn't fulfilled. She had to go back to the life she knew, she wasn't a total sour loser. She is the daughter of the Smiths, a delegate for Mayor and a certified lawyer. She got out the bathroom and started dolling herself up. 'This might be the last time I come back to Ohio at least I need to look good and presentable for you Eric, hopefully this will be the memory you have of me' Monica thought

Monica had just come back from grabbing some food and getting her bandages changed when she overheard the conversation and immediately spotted the two people everyone was talking about. She flung the porridge in her hand. “You cheating scum! How dare you show your faces here!” Veronica screamed as the porridge splashed on her. “Are you crazy?!” “Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am! You said you had a stomachache that day, right? Too bad it didn’t kill you!

They immediately went up to her and picked her up from the ground, asking her if she was alright. Vivian had tears in her eyes. "I'll be fine. It's not Irene's fault. I was just too clumsy and tripped over nothing. Please don't blame Irene for it." Her words only stoked their anger. "Irene Sherman! How could you be such a vicious bitch?" Mom yelled at me in disappointment. "You've disappointed me!" I ignored them completely and began eating all the persimmons on the ground. Then, I turned around to face them and calmly said, "I've finished the persimmons. That means I can leave now, right?"

“Mom, this year, we’re going to a really expensive restaurant for the New Year’s. If you join us, they’ll feel uncomfortable. “It’s the New Year after all. You should save some money and just make dinner at home. “Oh, don’t forget to feed the cat, too.” After she said that, she left with her husband and son with my gifts. I stood at the entrance for a very long time. When I felt my tears turn cold from the wind, I finally turned around and went in. That night, I ate some leftovers and watched TV alone. When I stood up to take something, I accidentally knocked over the raffle box.

… Back at my own house, I knelt before my father's urn to confess. Every time I'd been with Noah, I'd spent half the night kneeling here afterward. This time would be the last. After midnight, I shakily got to my feet and stumbled back to my room. My phone on the desk showed several unread messages—all from Noah. I opened the chat. A photo loaded. On a woman's shoulder blade was a small, bright red mole. [Elena, he said his favorite part is this mole on my back. When we're in bed, his kisses always linger here.]