Romans & histoires Arrowverse Christmas

I lean over and place my hands on Rhode 's cheeks, kissing him softly. "I love you" I whisper against his lips as Ambrose starts the car and slowly pulls the car out and down the driveway. "How was your Christmas, Ambrose?" I turn my attention back to the front seat as I take Rhode 's hand in mine and give it a squeeze, settling into the seat. "It was lovely. Had all the extended family over, cooked a big meal, celebrated right into the New Year." Ambrose boasts happily. "And congratulations to the two of you on your engagement" His words sound like a warm hug, I don't know how it's possible but they do.

I asked if he would trust a lawyer with it and he said he would, so I had one come and he wrote it up for him and he sealed it and the lawyer took it with him, along with the other letters for safe keeping. As Christmas was only a few days away, I couldn’t help but decorate, in the werewolf community, they don’t celebrate as we human’s do, they celebrate the winter solstice and decorate almost the same as we do for Christmas. I went out and bought a bunch of decorations and lights and began decking out the house and garden, which is covered in a light layer of snow.

" She gives me one last long hug before she steps inside her parents' car, which was a few meters away from us. It was the day after Christmas, the twenty-sixth of December, Arielle's expiration date. The sides of the driveway were covered in snow, and so were many of the buildings in the council. Flakes in the air flutter around me. Despite the tension surrounding the Council ever since Jonas' betrayal, Christmas had been a lively affair. For the first time in a long time, I heard Kayden laugh and many others. I could only hope it would last before the war officially began. We were all waiting for the rebels' next move before the Council would make theirs. My heart broke for her, and I wave

It's not that my family and I don't believe in God, it's more of a Christmas and Easter thing; seasonal believers, my mother called us. "Not really," Arrow trailed off and sat down next to me, stretching his arms out. "The Kingdom has a real but unreal holiday slash tradition, every December 15th, there is a blessing held for us; for both royalty and un-royalty. Since Prince Anton is becoming King on the 25th, the blessing is followed by a feast this year," I hummed in response, thinking. "Maybe, I'll ask Emrys," "Ask?" Arrow grimaced and looked towards me until he moved his gaze to one of the televisions, some sport game playing. "If you want to go, go. Why get permission?"

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

I was excited to finally see Ark, until I bumped into someone. But it wasn’t Zayne this time. A grumpy-looking woman glared at me like I had dirt on my face. She strangely sniffed the air. “Why can’t I sense who you are? Tell me, are you from this pack?” “No, ma. I’m Emily’s best friend. I’m here for the Christmas holiday.” That came out too fast. Damn. I meant to blend in. Would she know I’m human since they don’t celebrate Christmas? The woman stepped closer with a mean expression. I felt my blood drain.

Aria had been allowed… ordered, really, to leave the vertical prison of The Obsidian and the isolation of the archives for the holiday week. "It looks bad if you spend Christmas alone in the city," Cassandra had texted, her tone as sharp as ever. "Come home. Bring presents. Don't be cheap." So Aria was back. Back in her old room in the north wing, where the walls felt like they were closing in. Back to walking on eggshells and holding her breath every time she heard footsteps in the hall. ______ It was Christmas Eve. The annual Hale Christmas Party was in full swing, a sea of silk and high-interest conversations. Two hundred guests filled the ballroom. The champagne was flowing, and a string

Frank. "Yes, Emily. I know," Mr. Frank replied with a half-reluctant tone. "No trouble tonight. It's Christmas Eve," Mrs. Emily emphasized, giving a serious look. Meanwhile, on the other side of the church, Mrs. Miriam also gave a similar warning to her husband, Mr. Carlos. "Carlos, this is a special night. Don't make trouble, okay?" Mrs. Miriam said softly, but with a warning tone. "Relax, Miriam. I promised, didn't I?" Mr. Carlos replied while glancing at Mr. Frank who was standing in the distance.

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.

Ariana stood alone in the kitchen surrounded by half-prepped food and the cheerful glow of Christmas lights which suddenly felt too bright… like they were blinding her. She pressed her hand to her chest where something ached constantly. The crescent mark on her wrist ( hidden under a long sleeve) warmed at the thought of Kai, as if it was reminding her that he was out there. She shook her head trying to push him away. Jake was coming soon with both their parents. They’d be announcing the engagement. This was real life. This felt safer. Familiar. Even if it felt like walking in the wrong direction. The front door opened, and the house was suddenly filled with the sound of overlapping voices a