Angel Falls A Novel Christmas Novels & Stories

November passed by in a blur and just like that, it was the festive month already. By the middle of the month, an excited Angelina suggested to Isabella that they should go for christmas shopping, making the teenager's eyes widen as large as saucers. She had never been to a mall or supermarket or anywhere else for shopping or whatsoever in her life.

I'm anxious to see my Snowie but Jaxon tells me to be patient and have a bath first. “The goddess be praised! They're back!” A woman announces as soon as she catches sight of Jaxon carrying me into the compound. I'm a little surprised to see the pack is camped outside, eating from bowls and all merry under the dark sky. The tree is still shining with the lights Cassie and I decorated it with, the star on top glowing brighter than the dull crescent moon above. It's not a full moon anymore. That means it's a new day. That means it's Christmas!

Why is he behaving so strange? Am I looking that ugly? Or he really has found someone else, damn beautiful, in Maldives? A tear started forming in my eye, seeing him behaving so strange with me. But I somehow controlled myself and didn't cry. **************************** Hello lovely angels! Did you like the chapter? Let me know what you think. Angela has started falling for Noah, hasn't she? And in her jealousy, she will also do things which will make you both laugh and love her even more. So keep reading!!

This wasn’t the end, but only the beginning. Through tear hazed eyes, Amber looked out the kitchen window. The sun was beginning to set over the city. The sky bathed in orange and purples and golds. It was beautiful. Not the end, but the beginning of the next. And as God as her witness, by the time it rose again, they would either have Grayson back, or know where to find him. Miracles had happened on Christmas Day before after all, like a legit virgin birth. This would be a Christmas to remember indeed.

"You're a good girl, Ana. Your mother and I are so proud of who you've become." The words were a knife to the chest. In twelve hours, that pride would turn to shame. That trust would shatter. She excused herself before she started crying. --- The day went by slowly Ayana tried to distract herself by helping Catherine address Christmas cards, also avoided her mother's suspicious glances, and pretended to read while staring at the same page for an hour. At noon, Nelson texted: Still on for tonight? Yes. Are you okay? Terrified. You?

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT AND VIOLENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! ANGEL I didn’t bother resisting, I allowed the flimsy fabric to drop to the floor, pooling around my feet like a puddle. My naked body was completely exposed under the harsh red lights. Daniel’s eyes leered over me slowly. Taking in every inch. Owning. His hand reached out, his palm testing the weight of my breasts. Then he fondled. He rolled a nipple with his index finger, and then pinched.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

We lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing. Finally, Elena shifted, carefully lifting herself up and sliding off the double dildo with a wet, heavy sigh. I shivered as the cool winter air hit my empty, aching core. She lay down beside me, pulling the heavy holiday quilt over our tangled, sticky legs. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, Lucian," she whispered, tracing a lazy circle on my chest, "that is certainly one way to spend a Christmas vacation."

Three more days. Just three more days until Christmas, I’ll have to return to the city and find a new job. Jesse keeps calling, but I haven’t answered. I know he means well, but I don’t want to talk to him. He might try to tell me the real reason I got fired, but I really don’t want to hear it confirmed. That I was fired because Jesse submitted my novel for publishing….