Novel & Cerita Christmas Hater

Grandma’s eyes widened in astonishment, but she still tried to give me an answer. “People love to hate everything, my dear. People like to complain about things they don’t like and they will complain about anything. If something doesn’t go the way they want, they’ll find fault with it. When it comes to Christmas, there’s no exception. People seem to hold this holiday in contempt for various reasons, but the main reason is that something happened in the past. You just can’t hate getting presents, right?” “Right…” I said half-mouthed. It started snowing again, and the flakes danced a chaotic ballet. Some even sat on the windowsill.

My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back. “Just packing, and packing’s a nightmare for me,” I say, dodging Jess’s suspicious grin who have been my best friend since forever. She knows me too well. “You sure you’re up for this weird family Christmas marathon, or should we just ditch them?” I ask, definitely not feeling the vibe of this so called holiday. Jess flops onto the couch, kicking off her boots. “Free food, snow, and your mom’s wine stash? I’m in. Plus, I gotta see these stepbrothers.”

It is a good time to put up holiday decorations, but I tend to minimalist behavior in that realm. My Halloween decorations lean to the macabre with dreadful loud music, screams, and signs saying "Children Seasoned and Eaten with Relish. Thanks For The Treats!" So for Christmas I tend to get a pass. If asked, I explain that my decorations of a spiritual nature - an 8-foot devils head - might frighten the children and offend the intolerant - that always shuts them up. You know, freedom of religion does not mean what it claims to mean if you root for the wrong team. Mormons know what I mean by that.

she said disdainfully. "Mom, if you have nothing better to say, then keep quiet!" "And why will I have something better to say? We all know that this woman here is a f*cking lunatic. And you kept her here, why?" She said bitterly. She had always hated this girl and now that she killed someone, she hated her more. So many people died in this mansion before Christmas and now on Christmas, another just died, her eyes gouged out. "Mom, that's not something nice to say to a person"

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

“I really don’t want to lose my head.” “Yeah,” the second lady agreed. “But it would have been very nice if we celebrated Christmas this year.” “Hmmm. You know that is not possible, right?” “Nothing is impossible,” she said again. “Who knows? Santa might visit this year and decide to heal the Alpha’s wounded heart, and he would let us celebrate Christmas this year.” The other ladies told her to stop dreaming, as it would never come true. “Bad kid,” the new lady said, her voice carrying a pitying undertone. “His mother died on Christmas Eve, so it is understandable that he hates Christmas and everything that comes with it. Celebrating Christmas or not doesn’t make him less of a kind Alpha.”

"But instead of helping, you did something even more wrong, Austin. You escalated the situation and made things worse." Austin's face reddened, his jaw clenched in defiance. "I did not do anything wrong," he insisted, his voice rising. Christopher raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. "You don't like Sara, do you?" he asked, his tone knowing. Austin's expression twisted in distaste. "Yes, she's an attention-seeking woman, and I don't like her," he spat, his voice venomous. Christopher's eyes locked onto Austin's, his gaze piercing. "If you hate her that much, then why did you go after her to help?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

I tell him through clenched teeth, cursing at myself for being this damn reactive to him. "I know, and I hate you so fucking much at this moment. I hate you and I will not care about the consequences of what I'm about to do to you. I hate you so fucking much that I will not hold myself back this time. I hate you so goddamn much and I'm going to ruin you for any man that isn't me. Not him. And not any goddamn other. " I have got to be sick in the head for those words to make my pussy clench against my fucking thong and my heart to beat wildly against my chest.

It felt like he had been starving for six months, and dinner had just walked through the front door. "I didn't think you would come," he said. He wasn't talking to Chloe. Chloe pulled back, oblivious. "I told you I would convince her, Maya hates Christmas, but I told her this year would be different." Silas slowly disentangled himself from his daughter. He walked toward me. Every step was planned. The heavy boots he wore made no sound on the tiles. He moved like a wolf stalking a wounded rabbit. I fought the urge to step back. I wouldn't let him see me tremble. I was an adult.

Months later Amber I've never been a big fan of Christmas. Those cheesy songs, little lights flashing everywhere, and that air of "forced joy" always irritated me deeply. And of course, after everything that's happened in the last few months, my contempt has only increased. Kris was dead. My father... well, I still couldn't even think about him without feeling a shiver of disgust.