Christmas In Hollywood Hollywood Undead の小説・ストーリー

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.

Treyciene tells Elias with a glare. “I’m sure it can wait to be corrected until the morning. Allow yourselves some rest; you do more than enough,” I tell them honestly. They nod their heads and bow in thanks as I leave. I decided to walk to the museum, there would be preparations for the Festival of the Undead, which will take place at the end of the week, and I wanted to see the progress. It was an annual festival celebrating the Underworld’s liberation from the angels over three millennia ago.

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

"Even with Sophie's rules? Even with your ex-wife watching? Even with everyone knowing?" "Especially with all of that. Because it means we're real. Not hiding. Not pretending." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "I want this, Maya. I want you. All the complications included." "I want you too." We sat there holding hands in the dark living room, the movie playing to an audience of two, the Christmas tree lights twinkling. This wasn't how I'd imagined my Christmas. Falling for my best friend's father. Navigating family drama. Sharing him with his ex-wife.

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

Candles burned amid a centerpiece of holly, ivy and evergreen branches on the table. "It looks like they've provided for everything we need to survive," Noel acknowledged. "I'm not sure if that's comforting or frightening." "A little of both," Shelby agreed. "It's kind of Alice in Wonderland, isn't it? 'Eat Me, Drink Me.' Do you think we should go see about the other buildings now?" Noel's stomach growled and he gave a reluctant laugh. "No, I think we should eat while it's warm. Christmas Eve is three days away and we don't know if we're stuck here until then, or if this is the only food we'll get."

-Is that possible? -They hide underground. In winter, the undead hibernate, slowing down their metabolic processes... oh, forget it. Marisa folded the letter, slipping it into her pocket. “The point is, they found a big lair. Underground, on several levels. Traces of dark rituals, cocoons of the undead. -AND? the man got worried. It seemed to him that the hair was moving at the back of his head. -Nothing. It's completely empty," Marisa said thoughtfully. – Nobody is there.

' Ford asks as he pushes the buttons of the remote when Dallas comes back into the living room and takes place next to him on the couch. 'Sure, fine by me,' he nods. 'It's Halloween after all. A Christmas movie would've been inappropriate.' Ford chuckles. 'Don't dare me.' 'I won't. So let's not do that. Christmas movies are meant to watch after Halloween and -' 'Yeah, yeah, fine,' Ford interrupts him quickly with a light chuckle before he'll get another lecture on the timing of Christmas movies and decorations again. He didn’t expect to get a lecture about that from him. Not that he listens, he secretly watched a Christmas movie last week with Jay, but he's not going to mention that right no

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

Flashback: December 18th, 1983 ⭐️ Christmas Confrontation: It was a holiday tradition for Sunny and James to meet up with their best friends, Finn and Layla, at Hunt Valley Mall to go Christmas shopping together. The mall was a popular destination during Christmas for them, with its festive decorations and twinkling lights making it truly magical.