Barbie In A Perfect Christmas Novels & Stories

I question as I bring out a bar of chocolate and starts nibbling it. “You don't remember him?” I shake my head. “Remember the bonfire where we first met?” I nod my head again as I chew on the chocolate to let her know that I am following her. “The guy that conducted the game ‘Name the tune’, he is the one who is hosting this barbecue party”. “Oh yes, now I remember. He is the one who called Anna beautiful”. Andrea chips in and snatches the half-eaten chocolate from me. I just let her because I can not even finish it.

If only they knew how much she hated it. Sometimes, she wished she could be allowed to go out, have fun with her friends, party just like teenagers do but she knew her father was not going to allow it. It was like a dream come true when her father informed her that she would be attending the Christmas party she's been invited to, at least it would give her an opportunity to make some friends. "Dad is just too protective, I'm not a baby anymore" she muttered Her thoughts were disturbed by a light knock on her door.

It wasn’t as chilly as it had been earlier in the week when the wind was really blowing, but she was thankful to have her hat, gloves, and scarf with her in case it got chillier as the evening wore on. She passed lots of smiling shoppers and excited children pointing at different Christmas decorations that hung from light poles and store fronts. With school out for the holidays, the magic in the air seemed palpable as children realized Christmas really was only about a week away. She overheard one little girl explaining to her mother how she couldn’t wait for Christmas morning so she could finally play with the new doll she’d been writing Santa about for weeks, and by the look on her mother’

(Blake's POV) I look at the giant Christmas tree in front of me. Here at home, mom made sure she had her interior designer set the yearly decorations at home, including this tree. Last night, as Tara stood in front of the penthouse's Christmas tree, she excitedly shared with me how they decorate their Christmas tree at home. I swallowed hard, remembering her. How I loved watching her tell me the story, sitting beautifully near the tree as she arranged the gifts under it, and suddenly I wanted to put ornaments in this tree with our happy memories, too.

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

The carved wooden doors to the hall slowly opened, and a figure stumbled inside. A wave of shocked gasps rippled through the crowd. She barely looked human anymore. She was all skin and bones, wrapped in a bridesmaid dress that hung from her narrow frame. The bright red fabric, meant to show off her figure, now looked eerie on her. It was as if it had been thrown over a skeleton. She looked so fragile that it felt like a hard gust of wind would blow her away.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

Ana grins, “It is better than something hokey like a baby girl or sweetcheeks. Why luck though?” “Because I figured this Christmas was going to be boring like all the others. Until I met my new partner in crime and her beautiful friend, now I can enjoy the rest of my stay.” Ana rubs her hands together as she grins mischievously, “So much mischief.” We laugh. Misha wiggles her finger at us, “Oh no, no jail!” “But you'll bail us out,” Ana adds. Misha sighs, “Yeah, but…” “Come on, let's get you ladies home.” We go out to the car. A fresh layer of snow is starting to fall. It does resemble a winter wonderland, and for once, I am happy to be on Earth.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.