A Castle For Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

Castle of love Episode 22 🏰❤❤🏰🔞💪 Please like before reading 👍 ******************************* (Austin talks to Cecilia and Paul) Cecilia: I'm really happy things are returning to normal in our house. Austin: Who would ever think that we usually have problems in this castle, Outsiders think we're living in paradise and nothing ever goes wrong. Cecilia: True, rich people usually have broken families just like we once did

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

Isabella Roosevelt I stood in the corner of the room, taking in the scene before me. I was at the Christmas party, and Lucas’s younger brother, Cole, had decided to go all out this year. Dressed as Santa, complete with a red suit, white beard, and a jolly laugh that could fool anyone, Cole looked every bit the part. The room was filled with children, their excited chatter filling the air as they waited for presents and candy. But it was Lucas, not Cole, who had all my attention.

Al had already gone back to stealing popcorn, completely unaware that he had just tossed a grenade into the living room. Rafael looked at him. Then at me. I forced a smile. “My list of disappointments is very inclusive.” His gaze stayed on my face a little longer than I liked, but then Gabby suddenly clapped her hands. “Done!” She threw both hands into the air like she had personally completed construction on Versailles. The castle stood in the middle of the rug, huge and ridiculous with pink towers, a black bridge, a horse on the balcony, a tiny runway for the whale shark, and a queen standing at the highest point.

Brayan asks, his big round eyes widening as he pleads, and there’s no way I’m saying no to that. “Fine,” I tell him. This is the last of the Christmas decor anyway, so he can get to put it up. I hand him the flower, pick him up to give him some added height, and I direct him to hang the mistletoe over the door knocker. “WOW! It’s so nice and pretty. This is where kisses happen right?” Brayan asks innocently, and I nod. He turns to face me, malice glinting in his baby eyes, and already knowing that he’s about to ask when I’ll kiss a girl here, I attack him with a ton of kisses. Since he’s in my arms, there’s really nothing else for him to do other than twist in my grasp.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

I whispered, even though fear crawled slowly up my spine. We stepped into a corridor so dim it looked drained of color. The light that used to glow warmly along the stone walls had been replaced by cold blue torches that flickered unnaturally, casting long shadows that stretched across the hall like claws. The air felt thicker than before, carrying a faint scent of smoke and something metallic, almost like blood that had dried hours ago. “This isn’t normal,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Gina nodded. “Bernatta’s magic is running through every part of the castle now. The torches are tied to her aura. She likes everything cold.”

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?

136 Two hours later, Vera was standing in the middle of the city and gazing at the Royal Castle, her home. It was sitting atop raised lands like you see in Disney Movies— towering over the entire city like a giant stony monster. There were houses lining below it. All covered in snow. There was the smell of Christmas in the air because it was round the corner. The hustle and bustle of afternoon activities, the noises from the market, the chirping of birds, the laughter and noise from kids running around with snow balls or a special sugar candy on a wooden stick... It was so very nostalgic. So very Christmasy.

"Merry Christmas Eve, love." I leaned back against his chest, watching as castle staff efficiently set up a feast by the crackling fire. The coffee table had been transformed with a festive tablecloth, and they were arranging platters of pastries, fruits, and steaming dishes that smelled divine. "This is quite the spread for 'just breakfast,'" I observed, eyeing the champagne being nestled into an ice bucket. Callum appeared at my other side, now dressed in sleep pants and a soft t-shirt. "Nothing but the best for our Queen," he said, dropping a kiss onto my shoulder.