Best Romantic Christmas Books Novels & Stories

“Right here on the rug. Santa wants to unwrap his present properly.” I sank down onto the plush fur, the heat from the dying fire licking across my skin. He knelt between my thighs, his eyes hidden behind the hood of his coat, raking over every inch of me like he was memorizing. “Look at this body,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Tits flushed and marked, nipples hard as fucking diamonds, pussy swollen and dripping with two loads already.” “This is prettiest Christmas gift I’ve ever seen.” He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my breasts, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet line down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my clit.

My breath hitches as he gets closer, and just as I expected, he stops right in front of me, staring down at me while I shake from fear. “You really want me to leave, little one?” He leans over, his breath on my skin, causing me to break out in goosebumps. I can't seem to breathe, not when he is so close to me and staring into my eyes. I gulp, moving my knees in an attempt to contain whatever it is that is going on in-between my thighs. “Because your body says otherwise.” He lets out a chuckle, moving away. Darn! I hate how right he is. My body yearns for him, even though I know that it is wrong. I am supposed to stay loyal to my best friend. This Christmas is supposed to be for both of us, a

The sweet scent of a mix of red roses and Vanilla hung in the air, providing an ambience of luxury to the space. I allowed myself melt into the floor, shivering as soon as my bare body came in contact with the cold tiles. Shutting my eyes tight, I inhaled the sweet fragrance that hit my nose in that instant, and then tried to concentrate on the good things that had happened to me lately. I almost chuckled at how pathetic I was living. There was no single moment that stood out as a happy one ever since I discovered what the men and Sonia had done to me during the Christmas break.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

She passed him the ring box. He slid the ring onto her finger. “Merry Christmas, baby.” She said, smiling. “Merry Christmas, my angel.”

She reread it, once, twice, as if the words might change if she blinked. He had approved her Christmas leave. Her chest tightened, confusion settling heavily in its place. This wasn’t like him. Alton Donovan did not grant favors lightly, and when he did, he was an absolute asshole. She glanced toward his office. The door was closed. Scarlet leaned back in her chair, heart racing now for an entirely different reason. There had to be a catch with this man.

But it wasn’t time yet. So, we just walked slowly. I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way, but the night’s atmosphere was romantic. With the other carolers dispersed it had grown quiet, and the further we walked away, the more peaceful the night became. The freshly fallen snow from the morning had covered the roofs of houses, but everyone’s Christmas lights shone against it like a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the lights, the moon glared brightly. “How did you like the caroling?” I asked, wanting to ease into conversation.

I loved Ric with all my heart and I always hoped that one day he would love me too. When we first kissed in the hospital bed, I thought I was delusional. I thought it had all been a dream, after all I was very drugged with so many drugs. But the second time, on the beach, I thought I was going to faint from happiness. I was so accomplished that I had already made all the plans in my head. I really wanted to marry Ric, but I didn't know if he was on the same wavelength as me. That's why I went to talk to Dr. Marcondes. I told him how much I loved his son. We talked for hours and when I told him I had taken a course in reiki and meditation to treat illness, he was very interested. We agreed to

The gesture was so unexpectedly soft coming from this man that I didn't move. He set my hand down gently and leaned back in his chair. A small silence settled between us, easier than all the ones before it. Then he looked at me and something almost like amusement crept into his expression, quiet and unhurried. "I think April likes me already, you know," he said, his voice dropping into something low and almost playful. "She told me herself this morning." He tilted his head slightly, his eyes holding mine. "I think we could make a good family together."

“I can’t say wanted it to go this way, exactly, but it’s perfect. I lucked out, anyway. You’re too pretty for me.” Lana laughed and shoved Jackson’s shoulder with her own. “And I wanted no part of it at all,” Drake announced. “But this is exactly what I wanted,” Roman said. “Oh, so you meant for y’all to knock me up?” Roman smiled and shrugged at her, breaking out into laughter as she shoved at him this time. It wasn’t conventional, but she knew he loved her with every fiber of his being—and she knew the other men did, too. “Let’s just say that this is the best Christmas gift you could possibly have given us,” Roman said.