Spoiled: A Christmas Kaiju Tale

By R.B. Ashton

She always had everything she wanted – but this Christmas her demands have grown.

 

On the eve of Christmas, Holly's plans are ruined by her vile step-sister. Her family hasn't been the same since her father remarried, and this is the final straw. Holly wishes for things to go back to how they were: no one is supposed to say no to her.

 

Her wish is granted in an earth-shaking way.

 

Holly is blessed with a wonderful new power, and sets her sights on visiting the Christmas Market after all. And why stop there? She's going to march right into New York City to find her step-sister, and make this holiday one that will be impossible to forget.

 

Only one person knows how to stop her – but can long-suffering maid Deb catch up to her in time?

 

Christmas cheer and massive monster energy collide in a seasonal horror story that'll have you flipping the pages to see how far this giant rampage will go! Read it now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Neringa Press
• Release date: Dec 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201477110

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Spoiled

A Christmas Kaiju Tale

R.B. Ashton

MMXXI

1

Holly Kensington had always had everything she wanted – her father was big and successful in business, even if he was rather small and retiring in their mansion. Things had changed a bit since three months ago, when her father remarried to a contemptuous, controlling woman, but Holly’s rightful position was about to be restored, just in time for Christmas. A new young man, Darius Sinclair, had moved into their neighbourhood in Scarsdale, and while her dad was increasingly distracted by his new wife’s needs, Holly was positive that Mr Eligible Sinclair would soon be providing for her. He had dropped big hints that he’d be down at the Christmas Market this evening, and she intended to be lay the foundations of a richly populated future. What’s more, her dad had all but confirmed she’d be getting a new car on Christmas Day, granting her full freedom to realise that new life.

Holly was on her way out when she got distracted by the enticing smell of gingerbread cookies. Her nose carried her away into the expansive kitchen, where she found a tray of freshly baked gingerbread men cooling on the island. With only the warm atmospheric lights on, and the high cupboards lined with garlands, it was a suitably seasonal scene that Holly couldn’t resist, so she glided over to the tray and took a cookie. Still warm. She turned the little man in her hand, inhaling the lush mixed spices. He was especially detailed; their house help, Deb, was an artist in the kitchen, and had given him a sensible, smart expression and a little icing bow tie.

Almost as handsome, Holly thought, as Darius Sinclair. She wished she had him there. Oh Darius – she pictured him in her hands. You smell delicious. Soon enough, though. Tonight was the night.

"What are you wearing?" A sharp voice made Holly spin around and she almost dropped her cookie. Lithe, tall Vivian was standing in the kitchen doorway, in her puffy grey coat, dark hair poking out from a green and white beanie that made her head look like an over-sized peppermint. Vivian Giles, Holly’s slightly older step-sister (at 19 to her 18), who had not taken the Kensington name when her mother had. Because she was an objectionable hag.

Vivian’s scowl made Holly check her own appearance – a figure to be jealous of, no doubt about it. Holly was athletic, with firm muscles, great skin and enviable big breasts, and she’d put it on show tonight with an unquestionably sexy Santa’s Helper costume: short (very short) red skirt and a big buckled belt, and a fluffy white-coloured red top with a deep enough neckline to show off her tits. That’s where Vivian’s eyes lingered for a moment, albeit with disgust.

Forced disgust, Holly told herself. There was no way Vivian wasn’t jealous.

I’m only sharing what I’ve been blessed with, Holly explained, self-importantly, whilst gesturing with the gingerbread man in her hand. Bringing a bit of seasonal cheer with my – she arched her back, to stick out her breasts and ass – assets. I see you’ve got the Scrooge angle covered, yourself. You couldn’t find clothes any more plain?

You’ll freeze to death, Vivian said, shaking her head, as if she were her mother. And this is . . . not what Christmas is about.

Not for you, Holly shrugged, sliding the cookie under her nose, giving it a seductive nibble. But I’m looking for something special for the season.

Vivian gave an irritated snort and turned away. Whatever, enjoy pneumonia.

Holly gave her an insincere smile and wave as Vivian stomped off, and the front door slammed a minute later. She was so annoying, always trying to act better than Holly, and always behaving as though living here was such a disappointment. Holly paused a moment, giving the cookie another look. Forget Darius, this little gingerbread person could be Vivian, today.

What’s that, my dear unhappy sister? Oh, it’s too late for sorry. With a cruel smile, Holly bit off the gingerbread head and started chewing happily. Absolutely divine.

She looked up and saw the housekeeper, Deb, standing in one of the kitchen doorways, watching with her perpetually unhappy expression. Deb was a tragic case of her own. She wasn’t much older than them, somewhere in her late twenties, and was pretty in an unkempt, lower class sort of way, with her dark hair always bunched up and her curvy body generally hidden, as it was now, in loose dark trousers and unfitted uniform shirts. She had a good job here, living and working in a mansion she couldn’t have hoped to even visit otherwise. But she always looked tense, as though continually on the verge of saying something which she didn’t dare.

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