Christmas Hater Novels & Stories

Tyler said. "For real bro?" Liam asked again to confirm. "Shut up!"Tyler called the waitress and ordered a drink. "It's so better here. My house now irritate me." "Really,all because of a girl?" Liam asked while checking out a girl in a pencil jeans and sleeveless top. "Yes. She has this annoying aura. Whenever I see her I get pissed immediately. Tyler explained. "I once read a book. it says you fall in love with the person you hate the most." Liam said.

I stood in the dimly lit hallway of the old Victorian mansion, the air thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon from the massive Christmas tree in the foyer. Snowflakes danced outside the frosted windows, but inside, my heart hammered like a drum. At 22, I'd spent months chasing rumors about the Veil Society, a secret brotherhood of influential men who pulled strings in the shadows of our city. They were legends, powerful, enigmatic, and utterly forbidden. And tonight, on Christmas Eve, I'd begged for an audience to prove I belonged.

“Jesus! How could that be? You are talking nonsense!” “Really? You didn’t do it.” “No, I didn’t! Stop talking nonsense.” I was still worried. “I would be relieved if you had not done it!” “That goddamn bitch had offended many people. She must have messed up with someone she should not have.” “Oh,okay!” “Are you coming over for Christmas? Or are you going to celebrate Christmas in your place?” I thought for a moment. “Well, we will see. I will go back to you in the afternoon.”

Sebastian Volkov hated Christmas. He hated the lights, the forced cheer, the jingling music that followed him like a stalker, and most of all, he hated the way the holiday reminded him of everything he had lost. The only reason he was currently stepping out of a black SUV into a snow-covered luxury lodge in Aspen was tugging on his gloved hand. “Daddy,” Noelle Volkov said, her tiny boots crunching happily against the snow. “Is this where Santa lives?”

In a daze, Winter looked at the man standing across from her. Chris’s fist was clenched so tightly that the veins stood out sharply beneath his skin. He stared at her bloodless face and her empty, unfocused eyes. “If I hate you, will that bring my parents back?” Winter stared at him blankly. He was right. It would not. Death could not be undone. And because it could not be undone, hatred could last forever. If Chris hated her, that was only natural. She was the daughter of the guilty party. That was why he had never liked her growing up. He had always thought she was a nuisance. After he was forced to marry her, things between them had only grown colder. He had even given away the things she

“Let me ask you, Christmas. What do you feel when our hands are close together?” I gulped. “W-what kind of quest–” “Just answer the question.” I gripped my lower lip and averted my eyes in front. “I-I'm happy.” “Really?” he asked and I nodded, “Then don't mind what will they going to say or think. You can't control the people around you and you can't do nothing about it. The important is you are happy and that's it, Christmas.” I heaved a sigh because he was right. “I'm sorry.”

She asked as she caught him staring at her. He shook his head and decreased the room temperature. “It’s not a big deal to let someone help you. Really.” He shut the door and turned off the lights. As soon as the room went black her eyes widened and she squawked, “NO! TURN IT ON!” He hastily turned on the light again. “What happened?” “I- I…” She hesitated. “I’m nyctophobic.” “A what now?” He made a face. “I'm afraid of darkness, cannot... breathe.” She said in a small voice thinking that he would make fun of her now. But he didn’t. Instead, he exhaled and said, “You should’ve told me earlier.”

The dim light from the window caught the edges of his sharp jawline, throwing shadows across his perfectly sculpted face. His lips curved, not into a smile but something that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. God, she hated him. And hated even more that a part of her still burned. “Where are you gonna throw me this time around?.” She asked him in a low menacing voice. She was scared of him, but she was not going to make it obvious. “I don't answer to your kind.” He brushed her question aside. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “You hate humans but you have a cocky lawyer as your best friend.”

"Can you dance?" "I can manage not to step on your feet." "Good enough." He leans back. "The theme this year is Arctic Royalty. Which means everything will be nauseatingly Christmas-themed." Something in his tone makes me look up. There's an edge there, sharp and bitter. "You don't like Christmas?" I ask carefully. "I hate Christmas." His voice is flat. "The performative cheer, the forced sentiment, the tacky decorations everywhere. It's all fake. People pretending to be better versions of themselves for a few weeks before going back to being terrible."

he said smoothly, "even when it’s locked from the inside." He clicked his tongue. "I thought you were smart enough to know that, Ivy." My fists clenched. I hated how he said my name like it was a joke. I hated how my desperation amused him. I hated everything about him. With mocking ease, he added, "Calling someone who answers to me… to betray me? That was bold. Stupid, but bold." "I hate you," I muttered, my voice trembling. He adjusted his cufflink, gaze cool. "Save your hate and your energy for tomorrow."