A Christmas Karen Reviews Novels & Stories

The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages. I stare at the screen for a long time without moving. This is not the first time they break their promise to me because of Giada. But this time, I do not argue or make a scene. I simply type and send one line calmly in the comments, "I wish your family of four a Merry Christmas." I finally let go of my obsession and stop waiting for people who will never come to me. But when I quietly step away, the ones who cannot let go turn out to be them.

Cassian blocked him instantly. “Not. A step. Closer.” And that was the moment I realized.. This Christmas wasn’t going to be peaceful. Wasn’t going to be healing. Wasn’t going to be simple. It was going to be war.

My head was trying to figure out what went wrong. “I will kill Alec, so he knew about it?” Clover fumed. “Clover,” She dropped the rag and came to me, “How do I hire a boyfriend for Christmas?” I didn't know when those words left my mouth. “You want to hire a boyfriend for Christmas?” Clover asked and I nodded my head. Amusement flooded her face, she nodded her head and left the living room. I just sat there in confusion, after a moment I went to her room when I saw she wasn't coming out anytime soon.

“Meaning, you and Lucas live together now. Things are getting cozy, right? Maybe it’s time to spice things up.” “Karen!” “Oh, come on! You blush every time his name comes up. I’m just saying, a little lace never hurt anyone.” I covered my face, laughing despite myself. “You’re impossible.” “I’m realistic,” she countered. “Men like Lucas are complicated. They have layers. And you, my dear, are the perfect woman to drive him absolutely insane.” We spent hours wandering through boutiques. Karen was flipping through racks, tossing dresses over her arm. She insisted I try out everything.

'Well, this is something,' I thought as I waited, accepting something violent or offensive. But all I saw were nervous stares and smiles that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up because I was not used to this kind of reaction to me. "You said, she's an ultima?" Karen said with a bit of sarcasm in her tone. "Shut the fuck up, Karen," Killian growled while glaring at his sister. "She's not here for you to disrespect her. So if you are looking for trouble, get the hell out!" The pout on Karen's face was pleasing for my eyes to see, and a smirk grew on my lips when she glared back at me and scowled, but uttered no words.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Can I really last in my love life with Karen. ..... Interlude 🤧🤧🤧🤧

Another eerie sense of déjà vu filled her. “Royal!” Kara exclaimed excitedly as she rounded the corner. “I didn’t know you were coming but you’re right on time. Tell Keshaun there is nowhere better to shop in the world for Christmas than New York.” He laughed, “Kara, I do my shopping online.” “See?” Keshaun waved at him and passed his wife to embrace his friend in a tight hug and to plant a noisy kiss on the little girl’s head. “Uncle Keshaun! Your lips are sticky,” she protested his kiss.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas