Deadbeat Holiday Novels & Stories

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

They were trying to obtain updates on the renewal of their contracts earlier than usual due to the office being closed for the recent holiday. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the day finally drew to a close. It meant I could unwind and enjoy some peaceful moments with Sarah for the rest of the night. I had been planning a special evening for us—taking her to a private dinner at a charming Italian restaurant that offers a stunning panoramic view of the entire city skyline. This idea was actually suggested by Rick, my Beta, who knew the place and thought it would be perfect for us. I quickly sent Sarah a message to let her know that I had just finished work and that I was now on my way

When the video was finished, his tears covered his face. The more Sophie loved him in life, the more it hurt him now—just like sharp boomerangs that sliced through his heart, drawing blood. Nearby, the city bell rang, and it was only then that Henry remembered that he had forgotten about Rory's birthday. And he had promised to celebrate with her. Still, when he checked his phone clock, he realized that it was past midnight. He had put his phone on silent when he came to visit Sophie, since he did not want to be bothered.

“Hazel, you can see again? That’s amazing! Thank God!” My dad was practically tripping over his own words. “If you’re willing to come home, your mom and I will be so happy. And don’t worry, I’ll find you the best divorce lawyer out there! “We’ll be there in three days to bring you back to Northbridge.” … Coincidentally, the day I was supposed to leave happened to be the day Sam and I were finally going to have our long-awaited wedding ceremony. When we first got married, we were broke. We couldn’t even afford a cheap zirconia ring, let alone a wedding dress or professional photos.

After our final paper for the semester, Gracie and her friend, Melody, drove me home in Melody's car, and once again, I allowed them to convince me to attend a final-year student's birthday party. By tomorrow, most students will leave for the holiday, and before the weekend, the Dorm will be empty. Unlike other semesters where a few students might decide to stay behind. It's the Christmas holiday. A time for family, friends, parties, and reunions. I doubt anyone would stay back at the Dorm. So tonight would be more like one last fun before the Christmas break. I caved and went for the party, pushing the thoughts of EMK and the fact that he might come for me any moment, far away from my mind.

"No. You're not a wretched child. You're the most precious thing in my life. And you're the only legitimate heir of the Montclair estate." Ansel gave a muffled hum against my chest, his small fingers gripping the front of my dress. "Mother, don't cry." "Alright. I won't cry." I wiped my tears and made a silent vow. In this life, I would never let anyone hurt Ansel again. … On the seventh day, it was the funeral procession. I was awake before dawn. Today was the day the death-feigning potion would wear off. It was also the day I had staked everything on.

I said even I don't have any plan to attend, “Is that what you came here, hmm?” “Ahm, yes, Auntie,” Christmas answered. “Okay then you may two go now because I have to do something today. I'm busy right now to entertain the both of you,” I lied, “Congratulation again and have a safe trip to Jacksonville bye!” before they could talk I already shut the door close. “Your aunt is a little bit of weird,” Duke said outside. “Maybe she is just really busy today,” Christmas said. End of flashback... “Babe, come back here in bed,” I called him because it's still 4:00 a.m. and as far as I remember he doesn't have any plan today.

He did not add more, but he wanted to. I’m scared. I’m trying. Don’t drift. Instead, he sent: Eli: Call tonight? Noah: Yes. The call was quiet. Noah’s voice through the speaker felt both close and far. They talked about nothing important. The weather. The trip. The weird feeling of leaving. But underneath it was something heavier. The absence. When they finally said goodnight, Eli lay awake with the phone still in his hand. Two weeks. He could do two weeks.

He looked like a CEO preparing to fire an intern. "We were snowed in," Silas said, speaking slowly and condescendingly. "High-stress environment. Cabin fever. Rationality goes out the window. People do things they wouldn't normally do just to pass the time." "To pass the time?" I felt sick. "You were just... bored?" He shrugged. A relaxed, tasteful movement that made me want to scream. "I'm a man, Maya. You're an attractive young woman who made it very clear she was available. It was a lapse in judgment. A holiday mistake."