Best Christmas Novels For Adults Novelas e Histórias

She was sitting under the Christmas tree alone and unwrapping her gifts. That small but heavy package was from her father. He was an old man in his 70s, and he always sent Lennie a book which was about how to become a broadminded person kind of crap. This year’s gift was Crime and Punishment. Lennie just took a look at the cover and then quickly threw it away.

“It's the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given to me. Thank you.” “You're welcome,” Blake said. She brushed her lips against his, then took a small gift wrapped in red paper and gave it to Blake. “I saw this in an antique shop…” Nicola murmured, happy and nervous at the same time. He opened it and held his breath. It was a first edition of ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens. “How did you know?” Blake asked, totally bemused. “I saw the collection in your office… And you referred to yourself as Scrooge, so…”

It was a few days to Christmas, Katrina would've loved it if the kids spent it with their grandpa, she'd imagined them spending a lot of time together and she planned on dressing up in Santa's costume to present the with their favorite video games and toys She already made so much plans for them to enjoy the holidays, she didn't expect for everything to change in a blink of an eye, just because they met their Father.

Too bad she couldn't take one of those home with her for Christmas. Christmas. She'd been looking forward to it, simply for the time away from work, but the highlight of her plans had been a thick stack of romance books and one charity function - she and Jana had agreed to help distribute toys at a home for battered women and children on Christmas morning. Jana had invited her to dinner with her family afterward, but Shelby had declined. She'd gone last year and despite everyone's best efforts, she'd been miserable. There was nothing lonelier than being the only outsider at a family gathering.

I had high hopes she'd choose Cal Poly, almost literally right in my backyard. This year, Katie had flown in for her annual winter visit. She was all mine till the end of the year. As was our tradition, I greeted her at the baggage area with her first Christmas present. This year, it was a gold necklace, hung with a diamond studded heart made from a combination of white and yellow gold. It had set me back a couple of grand, but my Katie was worth it. "God, Daddy, it's beautiful." "You like it?" "I love it."

12. Eva's Pov. The air inside the sex building hung heavy with the scent of pine from a half-hearted Christmas tree in the corner and something muskier, more primal. Chloe linked her arm through mine, her excitement buzzing like the holiday lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling. I tugged my coat tighter around me, the chill from outside still clinging to my skin despite the warmth inside. It was barely a week and some days to Christmas night, and here I was, stepping into a brothel to chase away the forbidden thoughts that had plagued me since I knew my best friend's father…since it became intense.

he asked. Startled, I turned around and took his phone. There was a message from HR on his screen. Louis had been appointed the vice president of a new company. As for the location of said company, it was in Coralsville—the coastal city I'd always dreamed of living in. "You didn't just find out about this now, did you?" Louis tilted his head and gave me an innocent puppy-eyed look. "But you've never mentioned it before!" "You just don't pay enough attention to me." Louis pouted while he handed me a business license. "And, this is my belated Christmas gift to you."

I look down at her peaceful face and I decide I like her a lot better with her mouth shut. Yanking myself back to the present, I realize that the only option available to me is parked seven cars across, the key sitting in my soiled breast pocket. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

Fourth year. Now the fifth. The last one. Still not me. By then, I'd basically turned into Nowevik's favorite gossip story. Fine. Whatever. I didn't want to be a Fabian anymore anyway. [Bernard, come get me early. The Christmas Eve dinner in Nowevik... yeah, I never got used to them.]