Romans & histoires Christmas Movies Like Die Hard

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Sparkle laughed at the logic. “Okay, you’re right. Still… Heard of DVDs? N*****x?” “You’re just going to keep talking, aren’t you? There’s no way escaping that? Like you going away?” “No such luck...” She settled into her chair as if getting comfy for a long visit. Kaleb shook his head and shifted his gaze back to the fire as if that little discouragement would send her on her way. “But back to movies,” Sparkle continued, leaning toward him over the arm of her chair. “This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.”

The plots just hits so hard that even if I'll only hear the song that was used on those movies, I will start crying for real. After a moment of reading each titles, I took one of the cd. The one that says "11-12-13 Scary Holiday". It is one of my favorite movies too because despite of the hilarius and frightening scenes happened on the first and second story, the last one made me cried so hard just like how I cried in Titanic. I don't know if it's just me being too vulnerable for tragic movies or the stories are just too heavy to take to not cry. I sighed as I brought the cd closer to me. This is the main reason why my curiosity started to loom over me and made my mind restless for the secon

So, I do the next best thing to be in the Christmas mood. I go to the bar and I pull out a bottle, dust clinging to the glass. I make popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. And when I curl back on the couch with both, I flick through the channels until I land on Home Alone. The one movie guaranteed to make me laugh when nothing else will. I pour myself a glass, clink it against the air, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to me.” The words barely leave my lips before a sound cuts through the room.

The night before Christmas, my husband makes it official with his 49th mistress. "Love of my life, @TiffanyVale." "Love of my life, @RomanBlackwell." Then he turns to me and tries to smooth it over. "She lost a dare. Don't take it to heart." Everyone laughs at me, but I don't make a scene. What they don't know is that I have a deal with the System. Every time Roman cheats, a year of his life transfers to me. By now, his 80 years are down to just one. All I have to do is make it past New Year's, and he drops dead of natural causes. Then I can take our three children and inherit the Blackwell family's trillion-dollar fortune.

' 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

Cricket “Back to bed,” Jase said, but I shook my head. “I’d rather curl up on the sofa with you and watch a really stupid shoot ’em up movie.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me gently. “I can do that.” “Die Hard?” I asked hopefully. “Even though it’s not Christmas yet? Wow, you must really feel like shit. Die Hard it is.” I clapped my hands and slid off the stool, grabbing for his arm when a wave of nausea hit me.

"I don't know what your favorite movie is." I stare at him. "Excuse me?" "Your favorite movie," he repeats. "Simple question." "You brought me to a place where the pasta costs hundred and fifty dollars a plate, to ask me about my movie preferences?" "Humor me." I cross my arms. This is a trap. It has to be. He’s looking for psychological weaknesses. "Die Hard," I say. He pauses. "Die Hard?" "Yes. It’s a Christmas movie about a man trapped in a high-rise building fighting terrorists who are ruining his holiday. I find it relatable."

If he thought something was off with Jason, he wouldn't be wrong at all. "Wanna sit down and watch this Christmas movie with us?" Jamie asked all cuddled up by Damien's side. "Which movie?" Ty asked. "We just put in Deck the Halls, It's not a classic, but it's funny." I answered with a slight smile. "Yeah, I remember us going to see that at the movie's when it first came out." He chuckled then came and sat down on the couch me and Jason were leaning on. He plopped down right next to Carrie and Matt and settled in for the movie.

He was on the bed and had his body covered halfway by the duvet. “A horror film,” He replied smoothly. “Tomorrow’s Christmas, aren’t you supposed to be watching a Christmas movie or something?” I scoffed playfully. “In my case, I’m almost tired of Christmas movies. I get bored of things faster than most people.” He patted the space next to him. “Come on. When you’re done, join me. This movie is a killer!” He sounded excited. I was actually looking forward to jumping in bed with him and cuddling in his arms as we watched people killing each other on a TV screen. It seemed like a great way to spend a few more hours before Christmas.