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Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank God this place was noise proof,” I stated as I walked towards the receptionist who smiled at me, waving from behind the counter. The place was made of glass. It smelt of luxury. The air conditioning was tight. I almost cringed out of the cold, but I had to hold myself. “Hi, miss. He's my car—” I was saying when someone grabbed my hand from behind. “I was calling you. Didn't you hear me?” Caleb asked.

She even made me wear long heels. It was dark inside. The flickering Christmas lights only did little to illuminate the space. It was cold too. Too cold, but nobody seemed to care. My eyes fell on the giant Christmas tree by the door. For the first time in my life, the sight of a Christmas tree tugged at my guilt. I was still staring at its bright colored red and green ribbons when someone suddenly grabbed it, yanking it off its stand. Then two n***d sweaty bodies came crashing against the glass door.

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.

The finished novel — a printed copy, bound properly this time, not the working draft that had been read aloud in the front room in April but the final version, which the publisher had sent them author's copies of and one of which had been set aside since the day they arrived for Cardiff specifically. "The list," Elian said, looking at the kitchen table where the preparations were assembled. "Complete," Dante said. Elian looked at the oil, the jam, the novel. He looked at Dante. "She's better," he said. "Specifically, measurably, Dr. Pryce using the word excellent — she's better." "Yes," Dante said. "We're going to have Christmas with her," Elian said. "A real Christmas. Not a frightened one.

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."

he winks I cough, I think am starting to turn red tho. Hey everyone, its the author I know we just came back from the holidays...but it isn't over yet I wrote a short story and guess what, you guys get to read it!! Awesome right Well enjoy this short holiday story i wrote for Christmas *The Christmas wishlist* The weather is as cold as ever, indeed the season is here again Our dry lips and very cold mornings, time where we all need our lip balms and body cream It's everyone's favorite season and holiday Christmas! People singing Christmas carols, couples kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in a joyful mood, and of course fried chicken is always involved

It was one of the many reasons he hated coming back here. Nicholas reluctantly took in the sights of the town as they walked the short distance to the store. He tried his best to not let all the Christmas bother him too much. His eyes scanned over the myriad of adorned Christmas trees on every street corner, the singing from the carolers, and the way the hanging, glittering lights reflected off the pure white snow, making it almost seem like the snow itself was coming alive in different colors on the walkway. “Candy cane?” Molly’s abrupt offer stopped Nicholas in his tracks. She held the candy cane out towards him.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

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