Novel & Cerita A Home For The Holidays Book

Maybe it was time to let them see light again. The next day, I bought a few gifts — nothing fancy, just things that made sense. A cashmere scarf that reminded me of how William always forgets to wear one. A book I thought he'd like. A puzzle for Abby and him to do together. And something small for myself too: a new red sweater, not too bold, but festive. I wanted to feel new this year. On Christmas Eve, the snow finally started falling — soft and slow, just enough to turn the streets white without freezing them over. Abby practically danced out the door with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a box of cookies balanced in her arms.

“Go get ’em, champ. Don't leave any leftovers.” Chloe Vance’s POV Ten minutes later, I’m sitting in the makeup chair getting my face touched up. The wardrobe assistant hands me a new holiday outfit a sheer, unbuttoned flannel shirt that exposes my heavy breasts completely, paired with nothing but a pair of lace thigh-high socks. The dining room set is breathtaking. A long, dark mahogany table stretches across the center of the room, piled high with prop turkeys, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and glowing autumn candles. Fake steam rises from the dishes, filling the air with the scent of roasted herbs and rich gravy.

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?

I bury my face against his neck - which is delightfully warm - and whisper, "I'm okay with that, too." And as he carries me back to the house, I know this is going to be the most perfect Christmas ever. END OF BOOK EIGHT: A CUNNINGHAM CHRISTMAS

"More? You've already done so much." Callum smiled, reaching for yet another package—this one larger, rectangular, wrapped in gold paper. "This one's from a tradition in our family," he said, nodding to Oscar. "Our parents always gave us each a book on Christmas Eve, to read before bed." The package was heavy in my hands, and I opened it carefully to reveal a beautifully bound volume—a collection of winter tales from across our kingdom, illustrated with intricate drawings that seemed to shimmer on the page. "We thought we could read it together tonight," Oscar explained. "Start our own tradition of stories by the fire."

Anonymous POV The house was alive with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the clinking of dishes as the family gathered for Christmas Eve dinner. The scent of pot roast and pork chops filled the air, blending with the rich aromas of Puerto Rican rice, sweet potatoes, greens, samosas, and empanadas, both chicken and beef. It was a true smorgasbord, a mix of flavors representing their blended family. Sade moved through the dining area, checking on the final touches before dinner. The Christmas tree glowed in the corner, its lights reflecting off the neatly wrapped gifts underneath. The children were buzzing with excitement, especially the one year olds, who were finally old enough to un

It did not matter what day of the week Christmas landed on that year considering we both had the next day off along with others. By the time that I got home it was almost 3am, the house was dark when I left and you have left it that way. When I entered I lit the hallway bath so that I could take my jacket off and hang it in the closet and make my way at the same time, then I turned the light on in upstairs hall way for later, my plan was to go up and have a nice long awaited relaxing shower. Even with the upstairs hallway lit it never fully lit my bedroom. As I climbed the stairs and made my way to my bedroom my view was blocked by all of the Holiday presents that I received for that year an

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

At twenty-nine, I had flown in from Seattle after a brutal year: my long-term boyfriend had left me for his assistant, and my job as a graphic designer had turned into endless Zoom calls that left me isolated. Mom insisted I come home for Christmas to recharge, and honestly, the thought of her famous roast and Dad's bad jokes was the only thing pulling me through. Zoe Harper, back in her flannel pajamas era, ready to pretend everything was fine. The house smelled like pine and cinnamon as I stepped inside, arms full of gifts. Mom enveloped me in a hug, her apron dusted with flour. "Zoe, honey, you look exhausted. Come sit by the fire."

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.