Best Christmas Books For Adults Novels & Stories

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

Eventually, Michael brings over the bag of Theo's stuff and produces a few books for Amelia to read to him, which Amelia is elated to do. I'm reluctant to decorate this tree, it's probably going to look awful and far too bright and cheery for my liking. But it makes it a little easier to do so with Amelias voice softly reading kids books about Christmas aloud to Theo and now Briella, who had abandoned helping us to sit with her favourite person in the world.

He wants to know that I cherish the small things just as much as he does. I grab my laptop and start looking for the best place to order a custom book with overnight shipping. I can already see the look on his face on Christmas Eve when he opens it—the way his eyes will soften and that lopsided smile will creep across his face. The panic is officially gone, replaced by a warm, fluttery excitement. I’m going to spend the whole night writing little notes in the margins, telling him all the things I’m sometimes too shy to say out loud. I’m finally ready for Christmas. Aiden

If I stay another hour with this utterly perfect, steamy, magnetic storm of a man, something might just melt and I can’t guarantee it won’t be my panties. I push my glasses up my nose. “Really.” He taps his fingers on the table. “Are you saying you’ve never bought Christmas presents for anyone?” “I have,” I admit. “For people I care about, who I’m grateful to have in my life. That’s what Christmas is about – celebrating, treasuring the people you love, making them happy. It’s not the presents. It’s the smile you put on their faces when you give them presents, when they tear off that shiny wrapping paper and see something they want. You see, if you give a present to someone close to you, you

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 always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

When it was my turn, I opened my gifts, feeling so grateful for each one. I got some wonderful things that year, from books to clothes to my favorite chocolates. But the best gift of all was the time I spent with my family. The holidays can be so hectic, but that night I was able to slow down and just enjoy the simple things. I went to bed feeling a sense of peace and gratitude, knowing that the best gifts in life are the ones that money can't buy.

He took a tentative sip of his cocoa and found it was the perfect temperature—not too hot, not too cold. “Oh, yes. There’s this fabulous shop downtown. They have the best Christmas decorations there, and so many treasures you won’t find anywhere else. I’d heard of it before I came to town. I used to run a similar shop, you see. Anyway, I went in today and had a look around and enjoyed myself so much, I asked the owner if she’d mind if I stick around a while, to help out. I was tickled when she said I could. It’s just one of those places that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, don’t you think?”

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.