A Castle For Christmas 2 の小説・ストーリー

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck. I waved back and managed a smile. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones. You’re here bright and early!" “Oh, yes!” he chuckled as I parked and stepped out of my car. “Gotta get ready to buy gifts for the kids. Almost the big day, you know.” “Right,” I said, forcing some cheer into my voice. “That’s nice. I’m sure they’re excited.” And they probably were most people were. Christmas had a way of lifting spirits, of wrapping people in warmth and nostalgia. Not for me, though. Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget.

He nodded in my direction. The large gate was thrown open without Versant touching it. Did he use magic or something? I heard witches could cast spells. The castle was a great white building that stood magnificently. Its large pillars were made of what I suspected to be pure gold. The surroundings were filled with bright green trees and grasses, and a stream followed by the side. “You'd get jaw cramps if you keep your mouth open like that”, Versant said, laughing. I hadn't realised my mouth was hanging open.

Later that night, in the luminous and adorned castle, Caspian, Lorenzo, and Javier were arranging the gifts beneath the heavily ornamented tree that towered over the room. Seated on the cushion, Ramona, Tiana, and Michelle were laughing and chatting while sipping hot coffee. Stepping into the room, Roman stared at the flame rising and dancing above his palm. Dante, who was in his arms, was looking curiously at the fire and clapping excitedly.

Theo said to Nora looking at Zamar's clothes making her chuckle. The families said Merry Christmas to each other and all settled by the couch in the living room as the maids brought in a few drinks. Maria was amazed by the house and wished she could be here forever, it looked beautiful and she felt like a princess. She always wanted a castle of her own. She fiddled with her pink dress designed with strawberries as the parents talked among each other. Looking around she saw a big tree which was not lit yet but started at it with an aww.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.

As for Eric, he was cast aside and sent overseas like a discarded pawn. I looked away from the news and made myself a cup of coffee. The past was over, and my life was just beginning.

Chapter Five Marguerite “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, wiping off nonexistent dust from my shirt. “Say it like you mean it.” Vinn made a face. “Do you want me to pick you up after school? We could spend Christmas together if you don’t have plans.” Vinn suggested as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby—the Kawasaki ZX10R SE. It was Christmas Day. Fucking Christmas Day and our professors who weren’t loved at home, set the day for classes.