Deadbeat Holiday Novels & Stories

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

Feeling the weight of the money, the beggar grinned joyfully and showered us with praise as well. "Thank you so much! You two are a match made in heaven. You're the perfect pair… And you and I seem to have a connection, miss. My last name is Bellamy, too. If I hadn't gotten tricked while studying abroad, I wouldn't have ended up like this…" He suddenly broke down crying, almost as if he weren't completely right in the head. "I did this to myself… I could've had a good life… Someone ruined everything for me… Sandy! Where are you, my sister? I was wrong…"

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

I said, even if the thought made my jaw tight for reasons I refused to examine. "I hope so. Anyway, we're coming up on the 18th. I'm bringing Jason, maybe. And Melissa might come for a few days. Is that cool?" "More than cool. I'll make sure the house is ready." "You're the best, Dad. Oh, and fair warning, Maya's been super nervous about this trip. She doesn't have any family, really. Her dad left when she was a kid. So Christmas is always hard for her." Her dad left. The information landed in my chest like a weight.

"Well, I do not blame her anyway. She lost her only sister, Samara, three years ago, exactly at this time, `` Hazel said. "The thought of Halloween always gives me the chills" she confessed as she recalled how her sister had been missing for three years, during the Halloween period. "And speaking of Halloween! Guess what Willow!" Piper was as excited. "What is it?" Billy nudged her as she rolled her eyes at him and glanced back at Willow who was agitating to hear what she had to say. "We are going to a Halloween show this season. We would go shopping tomorrow and get costumes" she giggled as Hazel scoffed.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

“But—” “I’m okay,” I smiled. “At least for now.” It would be a cold moonless night. The sky was dark and low, the air so chilled it hurt to breathe. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, pulling my trench coat closed and tucking my chin downward into my pullover. “Why did you call me at this hour?” I asked. Zero lazily stare at me. “I need some company.” He doesn’t look good. His hair was disheveled looking down while holding a can of beer. This guy is a mess.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

They were full of confessions and longing. He even lingered outside my office and apartment like a ghost. "Luna, I know you're in there!" he yelled from below. "Come out and see me! Just once!" Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, I looked down at the exhausted, crazy man and felt nothing. He thought killing everyone who hurt me would erase his sins. He thought dredging up the past would make me return. It was all too late.

And so, in the blink of an eye, December had arrived—a month that marked the end of the year. With it, Deborah and Jayden were busy wrapping up the final tasks at the company before their holiday break. They were so focused on this that they put everything related to the wedding on hold. The year-end account closures took priority, and, unfortunately, their parents agreed with them. However, they made them promise to pick up where they left off once the new year began. At that moment, Deborah was in her office, finishing up her review of several important investment accounts for the month. But after staring at numbers for so long, she started feeling dizzy and stood up to gaze at the sky for