Deadbeat Holiday Novels & Stories

"Kiki, you got any more of those painkillers? This shift's kicking my ass harder than a twelve-hour surgery." Devon's voice cut through the quiet hum of the hospital pharmacy as he leaned on the counter, his scrubs wrinkled and stubble shadowing his jaw. It was Christmas Eve, the clock ticking past midnight, and the ER had been a madhouse with holiday mishaps: drunk uncles with stitches, kids swallowing ornaments.

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

She didn't get the chance. Holiday clapped her hands once, sharp and percussive, and the moment dissolved. "Change of plans." Maya immediately distrusted every word that was about to follow. Holiday turned the tablet around. The photo was everywhere. Her and Hunter outside Night Haven, millions of comments and shares and reaction videos reacting to other reaction videos because humanity had fully lost the plot. "We're accelerating the timeline." Even Hunter went slightly still. "Your public debut as a couple. You're attending the charity gala tonight."

I noticed that Maze had a habit of being MIA at the exact same time I had woken up from a deadly situation. "Well, his wife's been out for 2 weeks while he, a strong dork, woke up after a week and asked Crimson's dad to discharge him right away just so he can prepare for something grandiose for his wife." This all felt nostalgic. Just like what happened 11 years ago. When I woke up after getting beaten, he was also not around and he prepared something to surprise me. It's happening again. He's doing it again. I heard Nathan chuckling so I looked at him.

The drive through the town managed to bring back my happy mood as I excitedly marveled at all the holiday decorations. "Remind me to get sunglasses if I don't want to get blinded by all the holiday lights here," He grumbled. "Sure, I'd put that in my notes app next to the note about you getting a personality transplant," I said sweetly. "Add another note for me to get a six pack of beer. Cause I'm going to have to stay drunk for the next fifteen days to survive this." I nodded in agreement, "perfect, cause I'll need you to be passed out in the pool house to be able to get through the next few days. Your obvious alcohol problem would make the perfect explanation for our eventual divorce."

Sniffling, I whispered, “I'm going to check on Derek, okay?” Claire nodded, understanding I just needed time and space right now. “I'll see you in the morning,” I promised and moved into my room to figure out the mystery surrounding this young boy. - “Last night on Thursday October fifteenth, there was a homicide at Corneldo High school. The Janitor named Steve O'Hara was found stabbed outside the Janitorial closet. There appears to have been nobody else in the building at the time. The authorities have some suspicions on what happened, but none of it can—”

I'll get you up and going out of bed Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed I'm happy that you're here with me I'm sorry if I tear up When me and you were younger You would always make me cheer up Taking goofy videos And walking through the park You would jump into my arms Every time you heard a bark Cuddle in your sheets Sing me sound asleep I'd sneak out of your kitchen At exactly 1:03 Sundays went to church And Mondays watched a movie Soon you'll be alone Sorry that you have to lose me Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

How can he exist in knowing that he destroyed me? I just waited for him. And here I am...Without nothing with a broken heart. I have no money, no family, and maybe tomorrow I will not have my friends anymore. I never worked, I was studying and dancing at the same time and maybe tomorrow nobody will remember me, even Mrs. Anna Miller my dancing teacher. Even for her, I'm missing now.

He was amazed at how huge the place was, and wondered how much his uncle was willing to pay for it. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He answered it. - Hello? - he asked. - Hello? James could only hear the breathing of the person on the other end. - Hello? he waited a few seconds. - wrong number. He got ready to hang up, but someone spoke. - Twenty-four hours. -What? - You have twenty-four hours. -Excuse me? The person laughed. - Enjoy your last hours. James pulled the phone away from his ear. He didn't recognize the voice behind the phone, but he knew who it might be.

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.