Arti Merry Christmas Eve 소설 & 이야기

Aria's POV I went home early to prepare for the party. My last conversation with Damon kept playing in my head like a broken record. “Mrs Blackwood". My heart skipped each time I murmured that title, my lips won't stop stretching into a smile. “Did something good happen at work today?," aunt Mira asked, jolting me out of my daydream. “What? Oh, no…I'm just—,” I tried to defend. "It's fine," aunt Mira smiled. “You don't need to explain everything to me. I'm just happy to see you smiling so much."

Cookies. Evie loved all of it. "Mama! Look! Ornaments!" We decorated together. Hung lights. Made everything festive. Pretended we were a normal family. Normal Christmas. Normal life. But nothing was normal. Marcus and I barely spoke. Polite. Functional. Distant. Evie noticed. "Mama sad?" "Mama's okay, baby girl." "Dada sad?" "Dada's okay too. We're just busy. Planning Christmas." "Okay." But she looked uncertain.

“It’ll just take some time. I’m willing to wait for her to come around.” “Thank you, Morty.” She sounds relieved. “Oh, and merry Christmas.” At that moment, Ivy looks up. Perhaps to trace the origin of the missile fireworks being launched into the sky, but her gaze locks with mine instead. She doesn’t look away, and neither do I. Nothing seems to matter anymore. “Merry Christmas to you too.” I mutter. Tomorrow, I'll tell Ivy we can never do this again. Tomorrow, I'll mean it. Merry fucking Christmas to me.

“Well, I’m heading into town with Dr. Josh tonight for dinner. I was thinking maybe while we were gone you could do it for me. I’d really appreciate it.” Chad replies, “Of course, Aria. We can do it. I’ll use my key and get it done as quickly as possible.” Thankfully I don’t have to deal with this part of the holiday. Once we get past Christmas, we are back to just relaxing. Oh well and then there’s New Year’s Eve that I won’t be home for this year.

“If you are, we’re having a parade on Friday. All the businesses make floats and the kids walk in it. It’s great town spirit. And Jones throws a party on Christmas for the kids. Hands out presents. The whole town shows up. You should come if you’re here.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” “Let me show you the rest of the place,” George said, motioning them on. “I think you’ll love our Research and Development area. It seems like something the creator of the quad-ram would appreciate.” Merryweather Merryweather closed her eyes and smiled. The snow. The lights. The Christmas tree. It was all set up and perfect. All that they needed was the kiss. Merryweather rubbed her hands and made a little

Or maybe he does, he's just paranoid. "Guys it's just a minute to Christmas!" Eros announces and we all cheer. It's not been a super productive Eve because Fabrico came back late, and the whole family fiest and all that but at least we're here. Happy, by the tree and when it's 12:00 am, we'd all wish each other a Merry Christmas. "I love you" Fabrico whispers in my ear, making me smile. I grasp unto his hand tight, staring up at him in the eyes.

As soon as I removed my mouth from her cheek, Ariella was no longer standing at the spot where she had earlier been. I ignored any form of distraction and continued, "It's Christmas Eve today, and we will make merry until dawn. Fill your glasses with wine and let's share our love." Everyone did. "Cheers to the spirit of Christmas!" "Cheers!" We clicked glasses in the air. When I turned around again, I found a masked lady whispering into Ariella's ear and they both nodded. The instrumentalists began, playing Christmas carols into the night. As usual, the surrounding was covered with snow, it was chilly, it was cold.

We worked hard, but we played hard too, sneaking in late-night conversations and giggles whenever we could. On Christmas Eve, the tavern was packed, the atmosphere festive and joyful. We worked tirelessly, serving drinks and food, and laughing with the regulars. Barnes had decorated the tavern with garlands and lights, and the fireplace crackled and popped, casting a warm glow over the room. As the night wore on, and the crowd began to thin out, Alicia and I collapsed onto the couch in the back room, exhausted but happy. "Merry Christmas, Liv," Alicia said, hugging me tightly.

I could almost breathe again. Until Luna Eleanor spoke. “Well…” Her voice sliced through the quiet like a blade—effortless, sharp. Everyone fell silent again. I looked up. She was smiling. But it was a smile with edges—too perfect, too precise to be kind. “We’ll be hosting Arya of the Red Moon Pack for the Christmas Eve Ritual Festival,” she announced, voice light and casual. My heart skipped. She continued, “I’m sure Daryl will enjoy her company.” A chill swept over me.

Amy chirped, her tiny voice filled with excitement. Serena exhaled softly, letting her daughter have her moment. “Hey, princess,” Ryan’s deep voice came through the speaker, warm and affectionate. “Merry Christmas Eve! Are you having fun?” Amy giggled. “Yes! Mommy and I baked cookies, and I made a Christmas card for you! When will you come see me?” Serena’s heart clenched. She had never stopped Ryan from being in Amy’s life. She had made sure they kept their relationship strong.