A Home For The Holidays Book Novels & Stories

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

The patio door burst open, and Chloe ran back in, covered in snowflakes, shivering but smiling. "It's beautiful! It's so sexy!" She flopped back onto the rug, grinning at us. Then she looked at the book in my lap and wrinkled her nose. "A textbook? Dad, seriously? That is literally the lamest gift in the history of Christmas." "Maya understands the value of discipline," Silas said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine. "And commitment to long-term investments." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. Heat crept up my neck.

“You have always been studying overseas. Never spent a single holiday at home. You have become a young woman before my very eyes.” “I had to complete school,” I said to myself. "You know that. I couldn't just stop." She nodded, eyes warm. "I know. Nevertheless, it is different to see you once again. You've changed so much." We entered her car and she began to talk. I was mostly nodding and smiling and listening. Her voice was soothing, it felt peaceful and good to be home. Few minutes later, she abruptly turned into the street that led to the cemetery. I looked at her, but I said nothing since I already knew why.

Beautiful things don’t just level up. They come home for the holidays.

Dolly’s POV What’s the worst Christmas gift a girl can get? A cheating boyfriend? Or the realization that he never even liked girls at all? Honestly, it’s a tie. It happened some days before Christmas—ironically, the one week I’d actually allowed myself to feel hopeful. I’d worked a double shift, bought him a stupid little gift, and told myself this is it, Dolly, he’s finally ready to move forward. I should’ve known something was off the moment I used my spare key and the door didn’t squeak like it usually did. The whole apartment was… weirdly quiet. No TV. No music. Just a sound I couldn’t place at first…

Norwalk, Connecticut. Christmas was in full blast in 1984. Prairies and rooftops blanched with recently fallen knee-deep snow. Despite the cold, children played snowballs while two squirrels frolicked joyfully on a sagging oak tree branch. Yuletide carols resounded all over the land. Inside their home, the Martin family exchanged gifts. JC got a tie from his father and a watch from Joan, his stepmother. His father received a Cuban pipe from him and two shirts from Joan. She, on the other hand, received more: a ring from his father and a golden locket from JC aside from books and chocolates. His sister Jacky had the most gifts. Then they had dinner with grilled turkey. After having dinner an

She secretly convinced her parents to reduce the gift. "Twenty thousand is enough. Don't buy him the watch. His family is so rich, he won't care about a small amount of money," she said. "If we give too much, he might brag to everyone that I was eager to marry him. I won't have it!" Her parents could not win against her and ultimately cut back on the gift. I only found out about this incident because she drunkenly blurted it out one night. Her assistant had helped her home, and she pointed a finger at me, slurring her words.

🖤Ellie🖤 "Mommy we're ready!" Ava jiggled over to where I was seated on the bed and informed me then jiggled out again. We were preparing for our Christmas holiday in New York but before that we had planned a small celebration here in our Mansion. We just came back from from our Christmas shopping and we bought so many gifts and presents for each and every children in the foundation. We had planned to celebrate this Christmas somewhere in Ireland but seeing how the excited the kids were about seeing their Grandparents, we decided to head back home, in New York. There was something Flynn didn't know... I had my own Christmas present for him too... "Merry Christmas darling." Flynn who walked

Give a girl credit where it's due, you know. On top of the incident with Noah , I was feeling more and more homesick with Christmas right around the corner. I could hear the Christmas music from the street and it stung badly. I had never actually been away from home before at Christmas time and despite it not being the most exciting thing in the world with my family, at least it was familiar.

I said. " Don't think so much, accept them with a sweet thank you. Someone must have made a lot of effort to find suitable gifts for you without any help. At least appreciate the efforts. " Chris said. I wanted to argue but Aunt Sophie shook my head and signaled me to open them. I did open the first one. I was surprised when I removed the wrapping paper, it was a book, a book?? Really? I gasped when I saw it was, PANTONE VIEW Home + Interiors 2024 book.