Misfits Xmas Novels & Stories

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.

Hivo just shrugged and sat on the sofa. "Well, Snow is the prettiest of all, aside from my Mom." Hivo answered and was confident in what he said. Luca seemed to agree to it. As we listened to their conversation, Shia simply signaled to me that we needed to leave, but we couldn't turn around to say goodbye to Luca because there were two more guests entering. "Hey, Masson Villaranza, man! I miss you. " Luca teased the man who also had an angelic and hansome face, but the newcomer named Masson just frowned at Luca.

Beta Thomas made an effort to maintain his composure in the beaten-up office. “How are the preparations going?” Chris had a question. "There is nothing left to do, my Alpha. The moon festival will begin tomorrow, and we will be departing then." "Good, make sure that everyone else is ready as well." "Sure, my Alpha; everything is exactly where it should be." *********************************************

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(blushing emoji) Brandon: Merry Christmas beautiful! Can't wait to see you again! Me: Merry Christmas! I can't wait to see you again! We need hang out sometime soon! Brandon: SOON! PLEASE! (heart emoji) Harrison: Where have you been baby? I miss you so damn much! Merry Christmas! I hope you got everything you wanted this year! I definitely got everything I wanted and more. Me: Sorry, I've been busy, I miss you too! Merry Christmas! I got more than I ever thought I wanted! I hope you are having a good day.

"Don't make my mistake, Maya. Don't take him for granted. He's one of the good ones." After she went upstairs, I sat alone in the living room, the Christmas tree lights twinkling, the bookmark in my hand. My phone buzzed. Derek: "Workshop. Now. Everyone's asleep." I stood up, my heart racing. This was it. Our first real moment alone on Christmas. I grabbed my coat and slipped out the back door into the cold night, the bookmark still clutched in my hand like a talisman. Whatever happened in that workshop tonight, I knew one thing for certain.

“My friend Jen was talking about some private investor from Indianapolis who’s in town right now, trying to get a feel for how we do Christmas at Christmas Falls. She heard he’s considering buying a few properties and fixing them up. For what, she didn’t say, but he doesn’t seem like the sort of big, greedy corporate fair you’re trying to avoid. Maybe you should talk to him.” “Maybe you should worry about your own self,” Memory said back without turning her head, and Kirsten sighed loudly while Bryce told her to let it go, prompting Lorelei to break into the theme song from Frozen which had them all laughing, including Memory, despite her frustration at her sister’s suggestion. Memory watche

He never asks me anything. I blew out a frustrating sigh. I lifted my head and drifted my gaze around. Most couples were snogging, dancing, drinking, and laughing. They were enjoying their lives, reminding me of my empty life, mocking me. It hurt. I was the only one with a gloomy face. Even my friend's date was also waiting for her. I would be alone with a glass of drink.

“Being here with you has been wonderful. But it’s kind of like a fantasy, a sweet dream. Tomorrow we’re going back to reality.” “You prefer the fantasy?” “Well, it was a wonderful fantasy.” Maxim looked around his studio, the place he’d never shown another living soul. “Yes, Misha… it was.” ************* After their return to Carpathia, Maxim’s work schedule kept him away from the palazzo during the day. He was hands-on with his work, something she greatly respected, but, despite the fact that she was keeping busy by helping to establish a Carpathian branch of the Myotonic Dystrophy Foundation, Michaela missed him horribly while she rattled around the huge castle.