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"Gift?" "Yes, a Christmas present." She answered. "And yours?" The lady asked. She shrugged. "Any plans for Christmas?" "Yes, me and my blanket, snuggling on my bed," she whispered and laughed. "Too cold outside." After buying the gift she was checking out of the shop when the owner gave her the booklet, the same one she wanted to buy, " A gift for your next novel. May you have a miraculous Christmas!" She winked.

[Carlos] I found out Christmas sitting on the edge of the old fountain here in the courtyard. The fountain doesn't have a water anymore since our situation gone wrong and even the house adjusted in the changes. It seems the house died since she is gone but now she is here, it is still not alive. “What are you doing here?” asked of Christmas, looking on my way. “I came here to see you,” I replied and walked closer to her, “I just want to apologise about last night.” I sat beside her.

Holly “There,” Holly whispered, carefully placing the last piece of tape. She smiled at her work. The wrapping paper was neatly folded around the corners and she’d even made the tape look nice. She wrote Nathan’s name in neat print on the corner. It was possibly the best wrapping she’d ever done on a present. It was just a copy of A Christmas Carol, but it seemed like the perfect Christmas Eve present for Nathan. She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one.

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

🎄|Christmas Special|🎄 A/N: This is the Christmas part of this Novel, full scene in Aaron's POV. My Christmas gift to you all. In Chapter 41, I briefed through the Christmas period in Noel's POV, but now I'm giving the full 25th December event, in Aaron's POV so.....Yay. I hope you like it. [] Aaron's POV Merry Christmas babe I texted Noel at soon as the clock truck 12, I rubbed my eyes smiling. I've been waiting for my clock to show 00:00 so I'll be the first to wish my love a merry Christmas.

"He just likes to tease." "Well, you both be careful driving home." Jocelyn opened the door for them and cold air rushed in, chilling Jocelyn to the bone. She almost went back for her coat, but knew she would only be out for a moment. Jocelyn never tired of the landscape. A blanket of crisp, white snow glistened in the sunlight. In the center of town was the square, where the gazebo set, decorated with colorful Christmas lights, along with the rest of the town. It was only three weeks until Christmas, the busiest time of year for Christmas Cove. At night, it would become a Christmas wonderland, complete with Santa Claus in the gazebo, listening to the wishes of children.

Three more days. Just three more days until Christmas, I’ll have to return to the city and find a new job. Jesse keeps calling, but I haven’t answered. I know he means well, but I don’t want to talk to him. He might try to tell me the real reason I got fired, but I really don’t want to hear it confirmed. That I was fired because Jesse submitted my novel for publishing….

It’s the most plausible explanation and manageable excuse that doesn’t require me to look too closely at the way my chest tightens the moment December thins into its final days, or how my body seems to remember him before my mind does. Cassian Holt. The bane of my existence and the man I want but stop myself from having! The city is dressed for celebration when I arrive at the bar, just from walking the short distance from the bus station to the bar I could see Christmas lights that had been strung recklessly across storefronts, music leaking from doorways, laughter sharp and infused with alcohol and anticipation. New Year’s Eve always feels louder than it should, like the world is trying to

And the way his shoulders squared as he walked, tall and proud, you would swear he knew the formula of life. I didn’t even get the chance to reply because he was long gone. I stood there, hands clamped to my front just below my bump, a fur coat covering my whole body. My breath came out in puffs of steam, visible against the white, snow-covered surrounding. All around me were green and red lights, the song of Christmas swirling in the air with harmony, It was cold, yes, but it was peaceful. Dankworth returned shortly with a big black paperback, then stood right in front of me.

He said, with a chuckle. He reached out to one of the shelves and shifted some encyclopedias lying there. At the back of them were novels. He heaved them to me and by the time he was done, I had the complete Dickens collection in my arms. Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, A Christmas carol. Name it, they were all there. He came down looking like a proud benefactor and at that moment, he looked really cute and harmless. I even spotted a dimple on his cheeks.