A Christmas Carol Reader Novels & Stories

said Yachne. Khali used her power. She reads her friends' thoughts and includes two grown-ups who love to look at them. Khali was jumpy when he didn't find Rye. She can't read Rye or Vincent's thoughts. After her friends kissed her on the cheek, Khali must now find Rye. It's Rye she wants to kiss. Khali stood up; someone supported her, and she recognized him because she was reading his mind. Mang Delfin helps her in finding friends and choosing who to kiss. Khali decided to use her sense of smell. If she couldn't read Rye's mind, she just smelled him. But he was disappointed when someone spilled a strange odor.

She reread it, once, twice, as if the words might change if she blinked. He had approved her Christmas leave. Her chest tightened, confusion settling heavily in its place. This wasn’t like him. Alton Donovan did not grant favors lightly, and when he did, he was an absolute asshole. She glanced toward his office. The door was closed. Scarlet leaned back in her chair, heart racing now for an entirely different reason. There had to be a catch with this man.

Aria’s POV The silence in the room felt heavy enough to press against my chest. Ms Caroline held the document between her fingers, the crisp paper whispering softly as she turned the first page. Her expression revealed nothing. No anger. No shock. No disappointment. Just quiet focus. I stood across from her, my hands clasped so tightly my knuckles had turned pale. Waiting. The air seemed to thicken with every second she spent reading. Would she see me as a traitor?

Jordan Hall sighed as he pushed the grocery cart forward, the squeaky wheel wobbling with every uneven rotation. It felt as if it were a metaphor of his life, almost screaming under the weight of the emotional storm raging inside of him. The grocery store was warm and crowded, buzzing with shoppers wrapped in puffy coats, glittering scarves, and festive hats. Holiday music jingled overhead—songs that normally made him nostalgic, made him smile, made him feel grounded in the season. But not today. Today, everything felt distant, muted, like he was separated from the rest of the world by a thick sheet of glass. Everyone else was moving on with their cheerful holiday errands while Jordan trudge

He looked up when I appeared in the doorway, and his expression shifted immediately. He set the book aside. "Tell me." I crossed the room and handed him the document. He read it without rushing. I watched his eyes track the formal language, watched the small furrow appear between his brows. He finished. Looked at me. "Christmas Eve." "Yes." "The elder council." "Yes." "At the winter gathering site?" I paused for a moment before answering"Yes." He was quiet for a moment. The considering quiet, the kind that ran variables and arrived at conclusions without broadcasting the math.

The First Reader closed his eyes. "So the Final Reader has truly awakened." A deep vibration spread beneath the White Tree. Its roots began glowing one after another, stretching endlessly into realities Adrian had never imagined. The woman stepped backward. Fear filled her eyes for the first time. "Don't answer." Adrian looked at her. "What?" "If it calls your true name again..." "...do not answer." Before he could ask why— The voice returned. This time... closer. Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves.

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."

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.

"Carol recommended it. I described what I was looking for and she disappeared for thirty seconds and came back with this." "Carol is the best bookseller in the city. Whatever she hands you, read it." "You've read it?" "Twice." I paused. "Don't read the last page first." The corner of his mouth lifted. "I don't do that." "Jade told me you do that." "Jade has a complicated relationship with the truth."

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.