Invader Zim Xmas Novels & Stories

I glanced at Marwan and he looked angry. "What are they?" His mouth went into a sharp line and he sighed. "They are invading weeds called Phragmites. They breathe carbon dioxide. I'm certain that the supervolcano underneath this place is giving them all a massive boner. They will find a way to set it off and fill the atmosphere with what they can survive on. The nuclear winter won't bother them either. This planet is going to be destroyed Zax, we need a ship to take us off the planet and within the year," he said in all seriousness. I swallowed uncomfortably and sighed. It appears that we were going to commandeer the royal mound and then we could save some humans too. We started hiking south

Niles greeted us at the door and let us know that Grandfather and Zander were in the living room. “Ame!” Zander said, his eyes lighting up when he saw Amelie. “Merry Christmas.” Zander raced over to hug Amelie. I can imagine this is a totally different type of Christmas from what they had in the past. I want to make it extra special for Amelie and Zander. Grandfather stood up as we approached the seating area. “Amelie, Nathan, Merry Christmas, kids,” Grandfather grinned, leaning in for hugs. “Merry Christmas, Grandfather,” we both replied in unison.

Now that I could breathe air without her in it, I could focus, focus on feeding us, and going to bed. Separate beds. The doorbell rang. A door swung open. Shouting voices were heard all throughout the beach house. And then Zane Andrews in all his shirtless glory was standing in my kitchen with two bags of marshmallows and enough chips to feed a small country. "We decided to crash the party." "We?" I felt a headache coming on. He grinned triumphantly. "All of us." He tossed a bag at my head. "Because when friends are complete jackasses, it's the other friends' duty to help!"

“Mommy is waiting for you, baby. When you come out, we’ll cuddle not just every Christmas. We’ll do it every day. I’ll be your mother and your best friend. We’ll be the best duo in the world. When times are tough, they say sweets could help. I’ll buy a cake and we’ll share it together. And when it’s Christmas, I’ll also buy a giant Christmas tree for us. I’ll carry you and I’ll let you put on the star. It’ll be fun. I know because I’ve tried it before. Funny, right? That’s the only fun thing your mommy knows. But we could start from there and discover fun things together… right?” I leaned on the stirring wheel for a few minutes. At times like this, I still wished I had somebody to talk to. I

Ziyah mouth clamped shut and i smirked knowing that, once again i won. “Master, that's a nice shopping complex isn't it?” Ziyah pointed at a tall building with green shiny decorations over the door and signboard. I lightly shivered due to the cold but nodded. I didn't know how but i just knew she wasn't fazed by what was inside the building but the green shiny artificial decorations. It was already november and most shops had green and red decorations to celebrate the upcoming festive period; Christmas. Naturally, Ziyah was thrilled when she saw the shiny greens.

he shouted to his comrades, his voice cutting through the chaos of the approaching fray. With a primal roar, the zombies descended upon the barricade, their sheer numbers overwhelming as they clawed and gnashed at the fortified barrier. The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the air, punctuated by the desperate cries of the undead. Hannah and Marcky fought alongside Brandon, their abilities complementing each other as they unleashed a barrage of offensive strikes against the encroaching horde. Hannah's flames danced and flickered, engulfing any zombies that dared to draw near, while Marcky's electrified attacks sent jolts of energy coursing through the ranks of the undead.

Always on repeat. Maybe she really wasn't his standard. He wouldn't take it out in the open. He doesn't walk with her on his side. He doesn't have sex with her anymore. He just ditched her on Christmas eve. Speaking of which Shola checked the time. Midnight. "Merry Christmas Omasola!" She whispered to herself as she scraped the necklace off her neck, leaving a cut from a sharp diamond, then she left.

At twenty-nine, I had flown in from Seattle after a brutal year: my long-term boyfriend had left me for his assistant, and my job as a graphic designer had turned into endless Zoom calls that left me isolated. Mom insisted I come home for Christmas to recharge, and honestly, the thought of her famous roast and Dad's bad jokes was the only thing pulling me through. Zoe Harper, back in her flannel pajamas era, ready to pretend everything was fine. The house smelled like pine and cinnamon as I stepped inside, arms full of gifts. Mom enveloped me in a hug, her apron dusted with flour. "Zoe, honey, you look exhausted. Come sit by the fire."

And, in a game of stares, she looked at my sorry self in bed, waiting for an answer that she could give back to our Mother, probably one that started with yes and ended with ‘I’ll be more than glad to put a fake smile once again and join you all tomorrow’. However, it was very far from anything that I wanted to do when my plans to avoid Ryan to deny our mating were close to anything but work. “I don’t know… I need to check,” eventually giving up, I answered my sister with a sigh among my words. “She only told me about the big Christmas party, and a couple of New Year's celebrations, so pretty much all the stuff I brought was for those events.” “…” I don’t think Lilith was convinced by the th

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.