Christmas In Hollywood Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

“Debbie? I don’t—oh! The gold digger who was after Uncle Fester’s money. Okay, okay. I take it that Daisy is Wednesday, Casey is Pugsley, and Grant is Lurch.” “You got it,” I confirmed, placing my hand on Kierra’s lower back. I ushered her into the house while Simone went over the festivities for the night. “You guys are gonna take the kids trick-or-treating for an hour while me and Morticia finish dinner. We will eat our spooky meal and then play some games before ending the night with a kid-friendly scary movie.” “What movie did you have in mind?” Kierra asked. “Hotel Transylvania,” Simone confirmed. “That’s a safe one.”

This pattern somehow made everyone in the central continent worries. “Hello, and good morning Central Continent..today we started our emergency news..fro Visma Nation, yesterday, at the famous border city, Twin Star City…Our Reporter, Mr Robert Kennedy receives a report of a very unfortunate and hair rising news…An Undead appearance has appeared inside the Twin Star City Church of Light, Church…it was reported that, in the midst of the Sunday sermon, The Undeads were seen emerged from the back room of the Church abode…This was witness by countless of the Church attendee, and also the City Lord of Twin Star City himself, Lord Viscount Baxter Anderton…”. (Quara Raedrim)

) understand Whitey’s need to be close to Maria tonight? Whitey sat down on the cot, knees popping, his lower back aching. Didn’t matter what they thought. He’d decided to spend October by Maria’s side here at the cemetery, and he had. Only one more night left. Tonight, All Hallow’s Eve. Dia de los Muertos. Day of the Dead. Technically it fell on November 2nd, but after they’d gotten married, Maria had insisted on celebrating it Halloween night. To her, it felt right to celebrate Dia de los Muertos the same night the whole town armed their porches with grinning Jack o’ Lanterns while costumed youth patrolled the streets.

The longer we go without blood the redder they become over time. Vampires didn't live much longer than 1,000 years. We didn't sparkle in the sunlight (yes I read the books) or burn in it either, it had no effect on us. We were like regular humans just with heightened abilities and strength. We didn't have fangs either, we had to cut our victims to get to their blood. Once our saliva mixed with their blood it made them enjoy the feeling some even say it's a sensation that's better than sex.

After my part on his plan, I'm going back in Orlando and he will stay because Christmas is here. "Done buying groceries?" I almost jumped in shock as heard Carlos's voice behind me. "Don't you dare to do that! You will kill me in shock!" I yelled at him. "What did you two-" Ding dong! Ding dong! "Auntie? Are you already home?" Christmas asked outside. We suddenly both stop when my niece showed up outside. I looked at him and mouthed 'what will I do?' Carlos signalled me to open the door and walked through the staircase to hide himself.

“You rode a motorcycle all the way here in this weather? What about the storm?” “I like to live dangerously. Getting home will not be boring. We’ll see if I need to get a room or not.” “Seems rather badly planned.” “Only your repeated calls so close to the holidays. At this rate, I’m going to miss Yule all together.” “Yule?” “Yes, the holiday that Christmas stole every tradition from. That Yule December twenty-first to January first. That Yule, we have family coming in from all over this year. Some of them we’ve never even met before. It’s kind of important.”

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

Blair's POV Never in a million years did I think I would spend my Christmas Eve and my Christmas taking care of someone. I couldn't spend my Christmas with everyone, but today was Boxing Day. Everyone was downstairs opening their gifts, while I on the other hand was praying for Ace to open his eyes. I threw away the water I used in cleaning his body and when I got back to the room, I saw Ace was struggling to open his eyes. I hurriedly ran downstairs and called Noah to my room.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.