A Christmas Carol Reader Novels & Stories

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.

replied kevin. He started reading and I slid my hand under the bench. On his thighs. He stopped reading, but continued soon enough. I started drawing patterns on his thighs with my finger tips gently. He was struggling hard to read properly. His white skin turning pink. He started breathing hard and i withdrew my hand after few moments. After the lecture.. "Bro.. you are really pathetic at reading." Laughed carol. I smiled "Whatever" he said looking at me. "No seriously. Are you okay?" Carol asked.

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"

Nicholas “Merry Christmas!” shouted a smiling street performer, handing out small candy canes. “No, thank you,” Nicholas Kerstman said, shaking his head as he walked past. “But it's Christmas time! Take one,” the performer urged. “Embrace the season.” Nicholas sighed. Why did Christmas have to come every year? “Sure. Why not?” Nicholas said with a shrug as he took the candy cane into his hand. When he thought the street performer couldn't see him, he threw the candy cane into the nearest trashcan.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

With both hands, he lifted it and placed it on the table. "Easy. You almost pushed the casserole off the table." I moved the warm casserole dish away from the Christmas hamper. Laird removed the envelope with the red ribbon attached to the side of the basket. He pulled out a card and read it out loud. "Merry Christmas, my sweet angel. May the chubby man in red pull a strand of his magical, thick beard to give a gift of your beloved presence in this world. With love, Alan, a.k.a. Clark."

[Christmas] My forehead in knotted as I saw a man in front of me. Even I am only seeing his back, I know whose figurine it is and it was Carlos. I don't know how I got here in this unfamiliar place but I'm glad that I ain't anymore in the house. This place is quite peaceful for us and I can see anyone here but him and me only. It seems the place was only made for us.

His heart felt unsettled as if sensing something beyond his understanding. —----------------------------- Author’s Note Wishing you a joyous Christmas filled with love, laughter, and happiness. Merry Christmas! The author has three news to share on this brilliant day. 1. On this occasion, we will do a mini mass release. I will post 5 chapter of this book so that your holiday is filled with love of your favourite characters and authors.

This is a Christmas special chapter. It doesn't go in line with the original book. Just like a stand-alone extra chapter. I hope you all enjoy though. “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” ~Norman Vincent Peal . "I know you would rather be on your own, but are you ever going to let us change that?" Ada asked, as she steps into Cainan's room and finds him in the bed, covered up with the duvet.

"And they're delivered by Santa Claus, I suppose." "Of course," she replied, smiling. "Santa always delivers the presents on Christmas Eve, but they don't open them until Christmas morning. After delivering the presents, Santa reads 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' to them and then they sing songs and have hot chocolate." Caden tilted his head. "How do you know all this?" Jocelyn blushed. "I volunteered there many times before, since my parents passed." "Do they always have enough presents for all of the children?" Caden looked back toward the tree and the family walked into the restaurant.