Christmas Hater Novels & Stories

I only realized my body was pressed to his chest to thighs a second later and I leaped away, blushing, "Anyone could have heard you, you need to be careful." "I agree," he nodded, "I'm not willing to ruin my reputation because of you and your love for a cliche holiday." If someone asked me to describe my husband in three words, I already knew what words I'd use; grouchy, asshole, and Grinch. I had never met anyone with as much animosity for Christmas as him. He turned and began to head for the plane. After a few steps he looked over his shoulder and frowned, "Is that the fastest setting on your leg?"

They had been sitting on the counter in the kitchen for a while, talking about Halloween and stuff. So you like Halloween, but you don't like Christmas? That's weird, even for you. " "Not that I don't like Christmas, but there are just..." "Just what?" Relax, Kendrick. Let me explain it to you. I consider that day Christmas, but just like any other day, especially when I don't really like to do much on it. It's just one day, and everyone's back to their usual lives. " You might as well just say you don't like any

I thought that was Christmas," and I respond. It's impossible to have a favorite holiday. That is dishonest. Mom looks at him. "I don't cheat, Anthony, so please stop accusing me of doing so. All other holidays are in second place, with Halloween and Christmas tied for first. My dad and I both make fun of her. She consistently cracks us up. I tell her, "I'm too old to dress up. "There is nothing like that. I believe your father and I are older than you because we are both dressed up. I jest, "You don't behave like it.

Tired wasn’t the word for what he felt. No, he wasn’t tired. He was burning. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Viviane despised Christmas. The twinkling lights, the carols, the forced cheer—it all made her sick. Every year was the same: her siblings unwrapping their gifts, things they’d begged for or dropped hints about for months. And there she’d be, off to the side, opening boxes filled with stuff she never asked for.

he said I couldn’t contain my anger anymore, I held him up, his eyes showing no remorse whatsoever, it’s better to leave him and retire to my room. I let go of him, turned back. “I know you haven’t consummated your marriage…I’m sure she’ll taste as good as she looks...I’ll be sure to be the first for her” he chuckled. That was the last straw, I rushed back to him, my fists clenched and headed for his face. “No!! You evil man! Get away from my son” Maria kept screaming. Her voice overshadowed by the sound of punches that flew across Festus’ face.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

I made a disgusted face and was searching for Natasha when a very familiar face stopped me by coming in my way, with the signature smirk plastered on his perfect annoying face. Guess who? Xavier Throne! "You forgot to wear pants." He said casually as he looked at me from top to bottoms with a smirk and it took me seconds to understand what he said. Just one second to encounter and he already insulted me. Enjoy Nora enjoy! The fact that how flawless he looked in a black T-shirt with a leather jacket and denim seemed to drip excessively. It should be illegal to look this hot! But I hate it that how people ruin their charming personality with bad words!

I said He hesitates and replied, "Aren't you at your friend's birthday party?" "Yes, but you know how much I hate the club. So, please come and get me." He hesitates again, frustrating me even more. "Sorry, sis, I can't come. I'm hanging out at my friend's house," he says, making me furious. "James, are you kidding me?" I shout into the phone, but he just laughs.

And I got a strong whiff of alcohol from him. "I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!"

"I just saved your ass, and even for someone with a rotten character like yours, I expected you to thank me for it. " My lips turn up in a half-smirk and I fold my arms against my chest. "I'll never thank you for anything, Ford. Never. " "You shouldn't mess around with men like that, Carson. " He responds instead. "Then who should I mess around with? You? I'll pass, jerk face. I don't think that small thing in your pants is capable of satisfying me. " Hatred can be good. With hatred, there's anger and with anger, you can hide your real issues. With anger, you can easily put up on an act. Hating Emerson Ford doesn't only please me; it gives me confidence because the words of an insult thrown