Shameless Thanksgiving Monica Novels & Stories

Monica a woman in her thirties dressed in white with a red apron made her her breakfast which he ate with relish -You are not going to stop surprising me with your new preparations. -It delights me to always surprise you and that you are well satisfied. -Thanks for the scrambled eggs with sausage, Monica -I beg you sir and good day to you. -thank you. -When you could write to me too. I would like to have a film about my story.

Being in denial was not going to help her in any way. “Thank you, Mrs. Lee, I will never forget the support and shelter you gave me when I was in trouble.” Delilah gently held Mrs. Lee’s hands to pat them and thank her. Both Monica and Mrs. Lee were feeling extremely bad, but they couldn’t help Delilah any more than that. “And thanks to you t---,” Delilah wanted to hold Monica’s hand, but she didn’t get a chance when Monica looked away from her, only to hide her tears.

After all these years, it was hard to believe that everything we had could be overshadowed by Zara’s presence. I said, “Okay, go eat. I still need to head back.” Monica nodded, her voice softening. “It’s Thanksgiving in a few days. I want to spend it with you.” “Thanksgiving is in a few days?” I asked, surprised. “Yes.” “But, Monica, the Marshall family always goes on a holiday during Thanksgiving. I’m afraid I can’t spend it with you.” Her anger flared again. “Fine! Then you must make it up to me next time.”

Monica blushed hard, shooting a narrow look just to instigate me, " He can't already stay away from me even if I dress simply. I am a lucky girl indeed." I stayed calm and relaxed against her taunting. I wasn't interested in her melodrama. So I tried to walk off the banquet, enough with the humiliation. Just when I walked past Monica, something tripped off me. The tray slipped off my hold, immediately falling all over Monica. The red wine splashed all over Monica's white shoes, leaving a big stain mark. Monica cried out in shock before striking me across my face, " You Bitch! What have you done? You have ruined my everything! "

Enraged, Monica grabbed the coffee mug and splashed it on Jemma’s face, "You bitch!" The commotion caught everyone's attention, and people started watching the drama unfold. Monica raised her voice, "Don't sympathize with her. Do you even know who she is? She hooks up with rich people, carries kids without getting married, then blackmails them into marrying her. Just like her mother did. Shameful!" Monica shouted for all to hear, leaving Jemma feeling ashamed, closing her eyes and lowering her head.

My favorite meal has been amplified and I can only ever have it if Monica cooks it. Everything in my life is amplified because of her. Everyone is basically finished eating and chatting around, laughing and smiling. And Monica stands and looks around the table. “Now, I have a few things to say. I am so thankful for you all, and thankful that you all joined us tonight. This is a big deal for me. I am usually not so trusting but just being around all of you has given me a sense of comfort I never knew was possible. Since spending time with Lucien and Nicole the last week or so, has really opened me up to how life should be. I know there will always be obstacles ahead but tonight is about new b

She had no right to question my character just because she didn't like me "Victor will hear about this...you are a shameless girl and you Leo he trusts you enough to let you stay here...so disgusting, "Monica said shifting her gaze from Leo to me. I was about to say something when she flipped her hair like a boss and stormed out of our presence. I was irritated as I prepared to follow her hut Leo stopped me

Monica cut me a glare to not say a word, "mate bond or not. I just want to know one thing, did you have the balls to go up to the man and thank him. He let the one thing that brought him joy in his life go, for a person like you, so did you have the balls to thank him for that sacrifice or do you have your head stuck so far up your shit hole that all you can feel is jealousy whenever you see the two together?" Not even five minutes into her arrival and she was already asking the hard questions — after embarrassing each one of us first. Quade's brows dipped in a V and I watched him mull over Monica's question before he cast his eyes downward and shook his head. "That's what I thought. You're

She grimaced, and looked into her plate, realizing the plate of prawns was empty, she felt annoyed and dissatisfied. "Did you eat my prawns?" She asked Sly. "I fed you all of it. But since you enjoyed it that much, Chef Brown will double the quantity tomorrow," Sly responded. Monica wanted to dig a hole and bury herself. She has never felt so embarrassed. She ate a plate of prawns and still wanted more. She didn't even suppress her need. In direct terms, she was flushed. "We have to go now. There is so much to do," Sly said," standing up and holding his hand towards Monica who took it reluctantly.

The thrill of our shared victory feels like the sweetest reward. “You’re such a devil, Gina,” Monica says, her voice full of admiration. “Yes,” I reply gleefully. “And the best part is yet to come.” She raises an eyebrow. “I know a strip club we can go to, but let’s save that for another time. I’ve got things to handle right now.” Her sudden hesitation catches me off guard. Monica never turns down a chance to celebrate. Something feels off. “Something serious?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.