A Christmas Carol Gutenberg Novels & Stories

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."

But for him personally, Eric didn't care as long as they cleared the roads and his power remained. He grimaced at the thought of Carina calling him a Scrooge (Ebenezer Scrooge is the main character in Charles Dickens' novel A Christmas Carol, he's a cold, swindler and greedy man who hates Christmas and hates Christmas. and everything that makes other people happy). She drove him crazy with her love of festivals, redecorating the house, insisting on a real tree, even baking Christmas cakes, which seemed to look better than they tasted. their real. When he told her the truth, she threw cookies at him. At least the hound had cleared the crumbs.

and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago. Inside was what could only be described as a cozy little cottage. There was a roaring fireplace, the mantel topped with large green garland adorned with pine cones and shiny Christmas bulbs in red and gold. The sides of the fireplace were flanked with penguin sentinels carved into the rich oak. Two over-stuffed chairs sat nearby, and a full Christmas tree, decorated with various ornaments of all shapes and sizes, mostly in red and gold, filled the back corner near a window covered with thick red drapes. “Please have a seat,” Santa Claus said, offering her the seat

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.