Novel & Cerita Misfits Xmas

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Kaleb Brantley hated December and everything that had to do with it. The days were too short, making the nights seem as long as forever. It was colder than hell and dark… But, most of all, there was the incessant Christmas badgering. Lights, trees, carols, and an ever-increasing barrage of commercials urging you to shop, spend, buy. And every reminder of the holiday season ate at the edges of his soul and heart like drops of acid.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

To ensure I make a memorable impression, I carefully selected the most alluring dress I could find, hoping to make John drool with admiration and to capture everyone’s attention as I showcase my confidence and beauty. Throughout the week, I have been eagerly preparing myself for a moment of pure joy and surprise when the time finally arrives. After a particularly exhausting day at work, I dedicated some time to indulge in self-care, starting with a relaxing manicure and pedicure to ensure my nails look perfect. I also scheduled a wax treatment, a facial, and a professional hairstyling session in preparation for the Christmas Eve party tomorrow night. My goal is to look and feel my absolute b

The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages. I stare at the screen for a long time without moving. This is not the first time they break their promise to me because of Giada. But this time, I do not argue or make a scene. I simply type and send one line calmly in the comments, "I wish your family of four a Merry Christmas." I finally let go of my obsession and stop waiting for people who will never come to me. But when I quietly step away, the ones who cannot let go turn out to be them.

“Oh, shut up! Everyone is running around pretending to like each other, pretending to be cheery, pretending they don’t all want to kill each other over politics and religion every five seconds—” “Yeah, it’s great!” I interrupt. “I don’t want to argue over politics and religion. I just want to sing some Christmas carols, drink some hot chocolate in my ugly Christmas sweater, and forget about everything else that goes on during the other eleven months of the year. Is that too much to ask?” Brit, my co-worker, who hasn’t done much other than hold the things required for me to decorate the shop today, smirks and shrugs. “Is it also too much to ask for you to help me with this long piece of tinse

Nicholas replied, a grin starting to fill his face. “You’re going back into town?” Luke asked confused. “But why?” “Because this, all of this, the snow, the Christmas lights, the mistletoe, the song on the radio, the engine dying for literally no reason—” Nicholas began to laugh and the happy sound radiated through his chest. “I think it can only mean one thing.” Scrambling, Nicholas reached into the backseat of the Jaguar, grabbing onto the stack of documents related to the sale of Christmas Wishes. He then folded the papers under his arm and he sprinted down the snowy street, headed in the opposite direction of the car.

It was only the stupid mating bond thoughts speaking, none of this was me! “No, thanks! I honestly don't think we have anything we need to catch up on about each other’s lives,” pulling my arm back, I could feel half of my heart breaking in two due to the momentary sad expression he showed after hearing my answer. “Our Mothers might, strangely, be friends now, but it doesn't mean we need to be too. So, if you excuse me, I need to leave now... Merry Christmas.” Merry Christmas… was it appropriate to say right now?

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

Marco was arguing again. No surprise there. “They're fucking baiting us,” he snapped. “You don't hit three warehouses in one month unless you want a reaction.” “They didn't hit the Warehouses,” Dante replied calmly. “They hit the shipments.” “Same fucking thing.” “No, it isn't.” I closed my eyes briefly. The constant tension inside the organization had gotten worse lately, everybody on edge after the kidnapping, after the realization, after the mess with Vinny. People were nervous, suspicious, watching each other more carefully now. Trust had become fragile, and fragile things broke fast in this world.