A Christmas.story Novels & Stories

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

That night, we all sat in the living room watching a classic Christmas movie. Onscreen, in The Polar Express, Santa slid down a chimney with his giant sack of gifts, smiling at the children. I watched the screen, but all I could picture was the twisted figure Sophie described. Spider fingers, too many joints, a tilted head, standing perfectly still. Suddenly, it hit me. A gaping hole in Sophie's story.

She looked at it. Ryder. One message. “How was it?” She typed back. “A student’s grandmother told a story every year at Christmas. The same story. Same words. She asked why. The grandmother said — if I stop telling it, it stops being true.” She pressed send. Stood in the corridor. His reply came in forty seconds. “That’s the whole thing.” She held her phone. “I know,” she typed. “Same building,” he sent. “Same building,” she replied.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

On Christmas Eve, my mother sent a long gift list to our family group chat. It had everything from sports cars to diamond necklaces. I was full of anticipation, but when the gifts were finally handed out, I realized the sports car was for my brother, Luca. The rest—the diamonds, the Hermès bags—were all for Mia. Mia was our family’s adopted daughter. Her father used to work for my Papa and took a bullet for him. Because of that, the Sterling family had raised Mia as their own flesh and blood for ten years. Not a single gift was for me. When I asked my mother about it, she stated the obvious: "Julian is your fiancé. He’ll have something prepared for you." "Mia is so pitiful for losing her fat

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

He said after taking in my face. I rolled my eyes at this, and he growled. "Don't do this anymore." "Why you had to be such a jerk all the time?" "Why you had to be such an idiot all the time?" "You can ruin Christmas even for Santa Claus you know?!" I whined. He poured me some wine while laughing. "What is your name, you obviously know mine?" "Damon." "Hm, it suits you," I smirked. "Oh, thank you, lovely." I rolled my eyes, gaining a new growl. Ok.

he whispered in her ear then he backed away a few steps and misted away. Damien looked down at Gretchen's worried face. He'd have to tell her eventually, but now wasn't the time.Things were in motion now that couldn't be stopped. He turned her around then started back to the fire. “So, tell me about Christmas. What do you do? How does it work?” Gretchen crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.“How does it work? It’s a holiday." Damien put his arm around Gretchen.“Yes, my love, I know that. What do we need to do to have it?”

find it anywhere. So it's Christmas eve and he's still searching, and while he's out looking for stores, he comes across a strange women he's never seen before, and she promises him to help him find the gift for his daughter. First, though, they help this homeless person, then they stop at an orphanage to see some kids, then visit a lonely old women who just wanted some company on Christmas eve. At this point, mysterious women asks Harry Preston what he wants for Christmas, and he says he wants his wife back. She brings him to the city fountain and tells him to look in the water and he'll find what he's looking for. When he looks in the water, he sees the face of his little girl, and he bre

) then I decided to tell her a fantasy parable to clarify my point: °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Long ago, at the North pole dwelt the children's Favorite person, Santa Claus. Every Christmas he'd Sneak in the kid's room and leave there a gift according To how nice they'd been all year long.