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Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

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.

Inside, there was a delicate platinum necklace with five tiny charms, each one was a different Christmas symbol and in the center, a perfect, glistening pearl. There was also a note in a handwriting I didn’t recognize Five secrets. One truth. You were always the real gift. I touched the pearl, it was still warm, and I smiled through the tears. This was definitely the best fucking Christmas of my life.

That morning i tried escaping after being kidnaped i remember almost hitting a car , the beeping sound rings in my ear each time reminding me i should have died back then . Im scared of the dark. The dark was where i lived for a month where i experienced memories i wish i could forget. Im scared of crowded places. Im scared when i sit at quiet places. I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look

I hope you enjoy this Christmas chapter. PS: this isnt a continuation of the book it is jus a bonus chapter. See ya later. ;)

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

*** Later that day, Mom and Dad went out to visit a friend, leaving me alone with my stepbrothers. I was sprawled across my bed with my earbuds plugged in, completely absorbed in a Christmas movie. Outside my window, snowflakes drifted down in thick white sheets, tapping softly against the glass. The room felt colder by the minute, and unfortunately, I didn't have a fireplace like the rest of the house. Still, the movie was good enough to keep my mind off it. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice my annoying stepbrothers walking into my room.

“Thank you. Is he here?” “Inside with the team. Birthday cake is already being cut.” I walked through the crowded living room, the gift box in my hands. The smell of expensive steak and expensive wine filled the air. I kept looking for Noah. When I finally saw him in the corner talking to his best friend Humphrey, my heart did something weird. He was laughing at something Humphrey said, his hand on Humphrey’s shoulder for just a second. They looked… close. Too close. I told myself I was imagining it. I walked over, smiling, and held out the gift.

"Try not to bring your entire wardrobe because space is limited." "Try not to bring your entire contact list," I called after him. "Oh wait, they're already published in the tabloids anyway." The elevator doors closed on his furious expression and I stood there in the empty hallway feeling my heart beat increase and I hope my BP doesn't get worse. My phone buzzed with a text from the lawyer's office about travel arrangements and I deleted it without reading the whole thing because I already knew what it would say. Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.