Misfits Xmas Novels & Stories

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

Christmas had never been anything special for me. I had spent my last two Christmas' before this working an all-day shift at work, wiping vomit off tables and getting yelled at by unhappy customers taking their anger and frustrations on me. Afterward, C and I would spend the morning drinking on a rooftop and dancing to Fuck Christmas by Eric Idle. It was not exactly like I was the grinch or that I forbade the holiday spirit, there really was just nothing to celebrate or be happy for. After spending most of my childhood holidays hoping I would escape some beating or screaming from the matron on duty at the foster care that day who would rather be drinking her guts out on her day off, it was n

They go to my manager and tell him that they are happy to work, and we make it work with what we have. There are so many people out there without families. Some even without friends and so many people who spend Christmas day alone and do not want to spend the night alone either, so they love the idea of the club being open so that they don't have to be alone. Aside from the club being two stories high, we also have several large rooms on the first floor which we hold special events in and so, over the Christmas holidays, we hold free events in these rooms, so anyone who doesn't want to be alone but doesn't want to go clubbing can have the choice of doing something else and still not have to

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.

I loved Ric with all my heart and I always hoped that one day he would love me too. When we first kissed in the hospital bed, I thought I was delusional. I thought it had all been a dream, after all I was very drugged with so many drugs. But the second time, on the beach, I thought I was going to faint from happiness. I was so accomplished that I had already made all the plans in my head. I really wanted to marry Ric, but I didn't know if he was on the same wavelength as me. That's why I went to talk to Dr. Marcondes. I told him how much I loved his son. We talked for hours and when I told him I had taken a course in reiki and meditation to treat illness, he was very interested. We agreed to

I stop to get hot chocolates at the coffee shop, then Hailey and I head to Redding to shop for Missy. It’s only a week until Christmas, and I still don’t have a good gift for Missy yet. Brittany hinted that Missy got me something really expensive this year, and all I got her so far were a set of bath bombs, and her favorite perfume. I’ve been agonizing over what to buy her, and I think I’ve finally come up with something good.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

“Aryan can stay! But I need to go, otherwise, I’ll lose some splendid opportunities to showcase my talent.” “It’s alright, I understand.” Mishka smiled. “I’ll plan to come to Canada for my honeymoon! We’ll spend some good time together.” She said, hugging her from behind and left the room, leaving Riya dumbfounded and it took her a few minutes to compose herself, and she threw the list she was making. *** The Christmas party was in the full swing. Everyone was enjoying except the Knights, who were missing their grandkids. Initially, Christian tried to enjoy with everyone, laughing, mingling up with guests and business associates, but later, he grew silent as if all his energy was drained.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

she asked him. He grinned. "I have reservations in St. Bart's." She shook her head. "I should have known." "Should have known what?" he asked defensively. "That you'd have some amazingly fabulous plan for the holidays," Maggie answered, rolling her eyes. "Aren't you going to Rhode Island or something?" he asked, nibbling a curly fry. "Nope, I host the Annual Orphans and Misfits Christmas at my place," she said wryly. "Orphans and misfits?"