Novel & Cerita Arti Merry Christmas Eve

“You still there?” “Yeah, what does he say we do about it? Because I’m not super crazy about chasing who the fuck knows how many more of these things through the woods at ass o’clock in the morning.” “On Christmas Eve,” Nate piped up from beside me, where he’d been leaning in and eavesdropping. “Seriously. Tell Arik to get his shit together, or I won’t let him have any pie. Tell Arik to get his shit together or there won’t be any pie, because I’ll be too busy trying not to get eaten myself to bake some.”

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

"I'd rather drown in a pool of my own spit than see my mother, but-" "But... it's Christmas." Marc walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her from the side before kissing the top of her head. "We're not staying long, but we want to see everyone." He turned his attention to Kari. "We'll probably be with Momma on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning."

It was Christmas Eve, and La Rivera glowed like a dream suspended between time and memory. The lounge had never looked more alive. Strings of warm golden lights wrapped themselves around palm trees and balconies, flickering gently against the deepening dusk. Laughter drifted freely through the air, mingling with soft carols and the distant clink of glasses. For one night, the weight of secrets, rivalry, and betrayal seemed to loosen its grip, allowing joy to take center stage.

“Mary, please help open this up and see what’s inside.” Mary took out a little knife and unboxed a cornucopia of seafood. “Aha! Mr. Tremont must have ordered it for us. Seafood is your favorite, isn’t it? He may be banned from coming, but he clearly still has the two of you in his heart.” The gift somewhat mollified Arianne, though it did not stave off her dearest wish to have Mark be here, personally, just for a single meal… Mary mentioning Mark made Smore turn toward them in interest. “Is Daddy coming? The TV says today is Christmas Eve, and that families have a ‘ree-you-nee-un’… Does ‘ree-you-nee-un’ mean families get together? Then why isn’t Daddy coming?”

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

he said, still with an angry tone. Without waiting for an answer from his wife, Mr. Frank took his thick coat, put on his hat, then hurried out of the house. The cold air immediately greeted him as soon as he opened the door. But worry outweighed everything. With quick steps, the old man walked towards St. Mary's Church. At the church, the village teenagers' Christmas Eve event was still going on, everyone looked happy with hearts full of peace. Daniel's two cousins, Sero and Jeremy, also enjoyed this beautiful night with Daniel and Stefany and their other friends.

We are also wearing jackets now because it is really cold. It's Christmas Eve now because it's 24. It's only a few hours before twelve o'clock so we're really waiting for that moment. There will be fireworks here at 12 am. It's really exciting because it's not just every new year that they do the fireworks display for people. "You go to the side." I stepped aside suddenly when someone spoke to my side, Patry who was menstruating again. His anger issue doesn't really subside even for a day. If it ever subsides, in about five seconds he will return to normal. It’s like being a kind person is his abnormal time.

“Melissa, isn’t this amazing?” “It is,” I agreed, not meeting Gavin’s eyes. Because if I looked at him right now, everyone would know. They would see the love burning for him. “So!” Mom set down her fork with excitement. “Today is finally Christmas Eve. Can you believe it?” “Time flies,” Jason muttered. “Tomorrow is the Christmas party,” Mom continued, her enthusiasm undimmed. “The big one. All the dignitaries, business partners, board members…everyone will be there.” She looked between me and Jason. “You two need to look your absolute best. First impressions matter.”

I went straight to Arthur's seat, where he was beaming at me. This is basically the final Christmas Eve I'll spend with them, so I want it to be special. "I'd like to see my mother and father, Arthur." "Can we celebrate Christmas with them?" Arthur shook his head sideways when I asked. "I can only let you go if you promise to make me happy tonight." He said this while attempting to bargain with me. I laughed as I rolled my eyes at him and lightly tapped his shoulder. "It's a done deal then." I blushed and said.