Superhero Thanksgiving Novels & Stories

He then plastered a sarcastic smile on his face before stepping over to him, his knife still in his hand. "Thank you for cooperating," Theodore said, "But you are injured and of no use to us now." He gripped the knife and I opened my mouth in surprise. "No, no, no," the man pleaded, "I did what you asked. Please." "If I let you live you'll only be killed by your own comrades when they learn of your treachery," Theodore said crouching down, "I'm doing you a favour." He then grabbed the soldier and I instantly looked away as he cut his throat and the frantic begs stopped.

"It felt like an eternity. I honestly can't wait for us to go back home Hera. Why do i feel like i won't get to see you for a whole day now." "Because it's thanksgiving Bryce." She reminded him. "That's how it is on every thanksgiving. You're supposed to start getting ready so that we can go to service together." He rolled his eyes. "So you mean that i won't get to see you until the day is over? Like literally? Are you kidding me?" "I'll make out time." She leaned in a pecked his cheeks. "I promise. Now go get ready. I'll meet you outside when you're done okay?" She asked and without waiting for his response, she dashed out of the bedroom whil

Sophia's POV Thanksgiving is a time for family. There is always something something to be grateful for and Thanksgiving is a time to celebrate it. "Do you think it'll snow tomorrow in time for Thanksgiving?" Brody asks while we jogged through the forest. I shrugged and looked at Titus.

Maybe the cold weather will help me straighten my head and make me realise I am not a child anymore and being scared of a fucking hospital is as useless as putting milk in a coffee. I speed through the streets of New York, avoiding the traffic that is growing bigger because of all the tourists coming for thanksgiving. I don’t get why they like the fucking parade, it's the same shit every year. Yaaay, giant balloons and make pretend famous people trying to pretend they give flying fuck to other people. I have to admit that I never understood the concept of Thanksgiving, maybe because I am a sarcastic fuck that has nothing to be thankful for in his life.

“She forgot to mention that she’s seeing a guy over here. One who may just be on steroids judging by the size of his muscles.” A dodgy joke about steroids and packages went through my mind and I couldn’t resist passing on my lewd comic relief on to him. From there the conversation took a turn to Thanksgiving, one of my favourite holidays purely because it involved turkey. I hated the fact that he wouldn’t be here to celebrate with us again this year, but at least he would be coming home for Christmas and New Year. At least that was something to look forward to. Someone knocked on his dorm room door so he quickly said goodbye to me and shut off his skype.

“It baffles me too.” “They must be desperate in their quest to eliminate him.” “You are right. Tomorrow's Thanksgiving is apt. It came at the right time.” “That is true. Will the Major be around for the Thanksgiving?” “I think he should. We were saved together,” he said and picked up his phone. He called Richard and he was most willing to be part of the spiritual event. The Next Day

He saw me as this amazing, powerful superhero? On her chest in the drawing, sat a single letter ‘D’ most likely for Dylan, and a red cape flew behind her. “It’s you!” Freddie stated. “You’re a superhero, and you’re my hero.” I smiled at my brother, and held my arms out for a big hug which he quickly complied with. His arms wrapped tightly around my neck and he squeezed me affectionately. “I’m glad you’re my sister.”

I delivered the final blow. "In its place, as an expression of the syndicate's gratitude, every worker on this payroll will be handed a standard, individually wrapped, industrial Thanksgiving turkey." I held the silence, letting the reality of their massive blunder crush them in the frozen air. "A reward that perfectly aligns with your demand for traditional values. Sourced straight from the discount supermarket tier. Retail value: nineteen dollars and ninety-nine cents."

“To our business thriving in the coming year!” One toast after another, painting the picture of a family on the rise. Mr. Xander grinned so widely that wine and drool dribbled down his chin, soaking the front of his shirt. “Okay, that’s enough. You can’t drink anymore.” Mrs. Xander gently scolded him, taking the cup from his hand. “It’s Thanksgiving—we’re letting you have a taste, not the whole bottle. Don’t push your luck.” “Dad, once you’re better, I’ll get you something even nicer!” Xena said sweetly, wrapping her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder.

He pouted as I smiled. “How many times have you seen me this week? Huh? And why did you have to get injured? I've told you countless times to be careful.” I scolded, trying to keep my tone soft at the same time. “I was playing a superhero with Brie and Remi. I was Superman. Brie, Wonder Woman and Remi, supergirl.” “Superman does not hurt himself. He's very careful while saving the say. So you’ll be careful from now on. You know you can't protect your sisters if you're injured right?” I questioned meaningfully as he nodded his head.