A Castle For Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

“Anything you want, brother. You were the reason I'm who I am today anyways.” I shifted my gaze from him, glad he'd come to his senses. Years ago when he came to me with his plan to build Classic Castle, I was the only big man that gave him ear and all the resources he needed. I'm one of his biggest investors. If I pull off Classic Castle goes into thin air. I didn't even have to pay to be here, but I just wanted something special for my Aria. “Good. Like I said, I brought my girl here on a date. But a ruckus is currently going on outside. I want to shift half of my shares to my girl—”

I still had my stuffed animals pressed into my chest. As soon as the girls saw my arms stuffed with the panda and Rudolph they squealed and begged for one. I couldn't deny them and their big puppy eyes, plus carrying two was being a hassle. So I gladly handed over the big panda but kept Rudolph for myself. Knox won it for me and as weird as it sounded I wanted to keep it. We were all currently walking down the street that had been closed for the festival. Christmas decorations lined the buildings and in almost every store front was a Christmas tree perfectly decorated. Christmas music was being played loud enough we could hear it.

We drove 12 hours and switched off drivers, only stopping for food and gas, we should be there in another 10, breaking every speed limit on every road, I didn’t care, and I won’t care about anything until she is safe and in my arms. I slept about an hour and the car stopped, my eyes snapped open, and we were at the gate of a castle, I shook my head, “right, well they should be awake since the fucking sun is setting.” The castle looks completely different then what anyone would expect, it’s not dark or dreary, the trees around it only missing leaves because it’s winter, the grass green and vibrant for this time of year. The house was decorated as if they celebrated holidays, wreathes with b

Paxton asked. “It’s ready anytime.” The head of the castle said. “How about the things I ask?” He asked. “They will be here in thirty minutes, sir.” Winter didn’t think that it was an abandoned castle. The inside was clean, and everything seemed to be old but good old. She tried to keep up with him and nearly tripped as he apologized to her. He scooped her and carried her upstairs. She tapped him and shook her head. But he only smiled. “I know you are tired. Let’s get lazy today.”

"It's snowing, Mr. Hart! Finally, it's snowing! Ms. Renee always visits the Castle of Yore to see the snow. You'll be able to see her again." In Valtara, snow typically arrived early each winter. But this year, despite the biting cold, the snow had been notably absent. Today, however, brought the season's first snowfall. Abigail had been eagerly awaiting this, yearning to witness the snowy splendor of the Castle of Yore. Her small wish had been unmet until this moment. Xander peered outside; the yard was gradually filling with fluttering snowflakes, steadily becoming a denser flurry. This sight stirred excitement within him, but it was quickly overshadowed by a severe bout of coughing.

Molly caught the door before it smashed into her friend. Hannah grinned at him. “Thanks. Bring it around to the back.” Molly held the doors as Hannah and Nicholas carried the heavy boxes out to the alley behind the shop. A large float sat waiting for them. Sitting in the center of the float, surrounded by fake snow and oversized brightly-wrapped boxes was a Christmas tree. Except it wasn't a real tree. It was two ten-foot tall plywood cutouts of Christmas trees slid into one another to form a four pointed tree. The strange part was that it was filled from top to bottom with small drilled holes.

And the small chestnut cake, in a plain white box, a hint of cream showing at the seam. “Happy birthday, my darling,” I said. Our housekeeper appeared, carrying something enormous. A gift box almost as tall as Camilla. Rainbow holographic wrapping. A fluffy pink bow. “Camilla,” Lily said brightly. “I have a present for you, too.” Camilla’s eyes lit up. She tore into the wrapping. Inside was a three‑story princess castle, as tall as my child. Pink towers, working gates, glowing windows. Each level decorated with frosting‑like roses and tiny figurines. At the top stood a crystal princess in a jeweled gown, throwing rainbow light across the room.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

65 In the midst of the soft whispers of falling snowflakes, I cautiously made my way beyond the grand doors of the snowy castle manor. The air was sharp and cold, and the floors beneath my boots were uniformly blanketed with snow. The entire world around me had transformed into a winter wonderland—so, this is the North. The castle's majestic turrets stood tall, resembling silent sentinels against the canvas of the pristine, snow-covered landscape.

“There’s no need, Ms. Monroe. The only floors Herr Van Straus needs decorated are the main floor and the sunroom. Everywhere else will be off-limits to guests.” I work my jaw. If Cassandra won’t willingly take me there, I’m going to have to find a way to sneak off myself. “Now,” she says, clapping her hands as she takes me further still into the castle. “I know in Mrs. Stern’s email she recommended not getting a live tree, but Herr Van Straus is rather insistent. I know it’s a fire hazard to have it so close to the fireplace, but it’s the one thing he won’t budge on.”