Deadbeat Holiday Novels & Stories

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."

"Want everything." "Then let's plan for everything." She pulled the papers closer. "New Year's Day. We tell my father together. We're prepared for anger, for hurt, for rejection. But we're also united. We don't apologize for loving each other. We just ask him to try to understand." "And if he can't?" "Then we move forward anyway. Together." Nelson stared at the calendar, and January first circled in red. Their deadline. Their declaration of independence.

The day before New Year's Eve, my wealthy parents, Mitchell Parker and Delilah Smith, and my sister, Mila Parker, finally agree to ring in the New Year with me at the amusement park. However, when I arrive there, they are nowhere to be found. When I text them, they tell me they're stuck in traffic and will be late. I wait alone there until the clock hits midnight. Then, I come across my adopted brother Leo Meyer's Instagram post. He's dressed in an expensive suit, holding the piano trophy he has just won, with Mom, Dad, and Mila gathered around him at a New Year's Eve party. The caption reads, "It's another year with my family who truly loves me." His friends start liking the post. T

" The Ghost pressed him, growing impatient. With the pressure mounting, Liam's hand moved, and the trigger was pulled. At that moment, the Ghost's laughter echoed wildly. He ripped the sack from my head and seized my hair. "Look at what you've chosen, Liam." His eyes widened in shock, and he screamed in disbelief, "No!" While screams filled the air, a clear electronic voice announced: [The countdown is over.] [Exiting the world...]

"Bobby! Get up! If you don't hurry, I'm eating breakfast without you!" A bright voice came from the kitchen, clear and full of life. Almost stumbling, I rushed out of the room. In the kitchen, my sister Destiny wore an apron and was plating fried eggs. She turned and grinned at me, showing two small canines. "You're so lazy! I already made breakfast, and you're still in bed! Go wash up!" My throat tightened. My nose stung. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The system's final words echoed in my mind: [Sibling revival complete. Memory has been safely neutralized.]

It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. “What about the time he decided in the middle of the night that we needed to go to the lake house for New Year's?” asked Anne. I laughed at that. Nick decided that he wanted to spend New Year's Eve at his parents' lake house after the New Year was already over. “I will never forget the look on his face when he was all excited and yelled Let's spend New Year's Eve at the lake house and I said "Dude, New Year's Eve was two hours ago" said Tom with a vague smile.

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

It looks like curling fire and a crooked smile. The sign for remember. I copy it in blood until my hand bleeds. I’ll copy it every night for the rest of my life if I have to. Because Holly Rowan Holiday died so the rest of us could keep choosing to live. And I’m never letting the world forget her name. The Girl Can Sing March 31st, 2027 The Ohio Club basement has never been louder. It’s almost midnight, and the living are upstairs counting down with champagne and Auld Lang Syne.

After my employee kicked Carla out of my mansion, I told him: "Tonight, I'm going to have some fun at my favorite bar in Miami: Sweet Liberty." "Yes, boss." He said quickly. AT LAURA’S APARTMENT.... I got ready. I chose to wear a short black dress, but not too short. I had to intrigue him, not be another girl who he would want to put into his bed. I would beat him in his own game. I had to go under his skin for 3 days. I had no more time.