Deadbeat Holiday Novels & Stories

" I took a document from my bag and handed it to Hannah. "A divorce agreement. Sign it, and everything will be fine." Hannah took it and was about to sign without even reading. "Wait." I pressed down on her hand. "Read it clearly. It says everything the Hayes family owns goes to me, including all your parents' savings and the apartment they're living in." Hannah froze, then roared, "Dream on! That's impossible! Why should we give that to you?" I stood up. "I'll give you time to think. Three days from now, if you sign, I'll let this go quietly. If you don't...

"My friend kalok you and your brother have the coolest parties! I mean nobody throws a party on a Tuesday like you guys. Simply devine." There was a loud bang of a door. This was a signal Ruby knew so well. Ruby smiled. Looking at Bedia. "Let's go party!" * Nathan got out from his room after two hours to the party. He had red eyes and an exhausted facial expression. He looked for his sister in the crowd of people in their house but the purple haired girl wasn't anywhere to be found. He guessed it was better this way. She wouldn't see him like this. He went to sit down one of the barstools in his kitchen. He took a swing of beer. His head was spinning in all sorts of directions. He couldn't s

[The host has failed the mission. Erasure protocol initiating. Countdown: 24 hours.] I accepted the outcome calmly. My husband, Joel Miller, stormed into the room and slammed a divorce agreement down in front of me. "If you still refuse to donate a kidney to Vivian, then we'll divorce. You'll leave with nothing. Not a single cent." A month ago, Vivian Pryce was diagnosed with acute nephritis. As her twin sister, I was the most suitable donor.

“Not as much as I’d have liked. My uncle Bill is a good man. Sometimes he might not know it, but he really is.” Mott sighs. “You’re so young, aren’t you?” “Seventeen. Almost.” Banks checks her watch. “It’s not close to three o’ clock yet. Or is it a school holiday today? I can never remember.” Mott shrugs. “Actually, it’s a holiday.” “You shitting me?” Banks cocks an eyebrow at him. “It’s the Great Holiday of Saint Numbnuts.” Mott manages to keep a straight face. Ignoring her partner’s attempt at humor, Banks jabs a finger into Trent’s shoulder. “After this, you’re going back to school. Understand?”

I watched them tear at each other, a hollow feeling rising in my chest. It was no wonder they had come to this point—while Tommy fought for his life inside, they fought over blame outside. Holly sneered. “Am I not concerned enough for Tommy? How was I supposed to know he was inside? “Besides, they insisted on going to the haunted house. We got delayed leaving work. What’s wrong with asking for a little overtime pay? “I don’t make enough, so was I supposed to wait for you to give me money? “You’ve already spent it all on that shameless mistress—do you think you’d even give me a penny?”