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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

Her room was cozy and colorful, filled with books, fairy lights, and little sketches pinned to the wall. “Your mom isn’t home?” I asked casually. Anna’s smile faded almost instantly. “She’s rarely home,” she muttered, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Always on business trips. It’s always just been me and Dad.” “Oh,” I said softly, suddenly regretting asking. There was a brief awkward silence before the door opened again. Bruce walked in carrying a tray of snacks and drinks like some unreal domestic fantasy designed specifically to ruin my peace of mind. “Hope you girls are enjoying yourselves,” he said.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

The town was abuzz, with thanksgiving just some days away. Clarissa had decided to spend thanksgiving with Marley, so she spent sometime packing some things she would be needing for the weekend. They had formed the habit of spending every holiday together, just stuffing themselves with food and sharing stories on how their life had been all year round, they’d even visit Chance together. But this year, it felt like she was doing it to help her feel a bit of normalcy.

Anthony asked, grabbing my hand. I replied, "Follow me to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. We're making roast turkey today." The annual Thanksgiving holiday had arrived again. However, I was not alone this year, since I had an adorable son. What happened to Mindy had nothing to do with me anymore, and I no longer cared.

Such particular periods include some traditional festivals, like Spring Festival, Christmas, Valentine's Day, etc. In the “King of Glory”, game designers like designing the particular time skins of game characters to change the appearance and clothes of the game characters. For example, in history, Xiao Qiao and Zhou Yu were famous couples in the Three Kingdoms period, so the designer took this as a highlight and released their game character’s skin featuring Valentine's Day on Valentine's Day. They wore white wedding dresses with a familiar western church as the background. This image attracted the attention of players who are couples. Such a marketing strategy is to combine character image

It’s Thanksgiving!!!! Happy Thanksgiving! I am so excited about thanksgiving, the house is busy, and everyone is preparing for the special thanksgiving shows and games. To be honest, the house seems festive it feels more like Christmas and less like Thanksgiving. Jessica is literally wrapping gifts, I wonder why she’s making it sound and look like Christmas but I guess I’m the only one that feels that way because I am the only one that asked her why she was making presents but she says, and I believe her. It’s Thanksgiving, a one-day celebration and if it’s all about blessings then why can’t we share gifts as a blessing? I guess she’s right about that because everyone loves presents.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

I stood in the dimly lit hallway of the old Victorian mansion, the air thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon from the massive Christmas tree in the foyer. Snowflakes danced outside the frosted windows, but inside, my heart hammered like a drum. At 22, I'd spent months chasing rumors about the Veil Society, a secret brotherhood of influential men who pulled strings in the shadows of our city. They were legends, powerful, enigmatic, and utterly forbidden. And tonight, on Christmas Eve, I'd begged for an audience to prove I belonged.

Iris was wearing my pajamas, leaning against Silas' shoulder, her face soft with maternal tenderness as she watched the child play. Silas didn't show his face. One arm was wrapped around her, the other helping the child stack building blocks. I didn't need to see him to know—Silas must have been smiling gently. And what had I been doing at that time, with my son? I'd been in the countryside, at his parents' house, swamped all day, preparing the Thanksgiving dinner he wanted to serve his parents.