Best Romantic Christmas Books Novels & Stories

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

And what will happen when Damien finally realizes that Tatiana has feelings for him even outside the bedroom? $Chapter Chapter 40-Prologue to Enchanted Tatiana’s P.O.V I looked around my empty living room and sighed. It was going to be a long, lonely Christmas this year. I walked over to my coffee table and sat down on the carpeted floor. I leaned against a couch, facing the fireplace where I threw in a few tiny twigs and made a pitiful fire that hardly provided any heat or light. Thankfully, the fairy lights that I strung on the wall above the fireplace were lit, and it provided the only illumination in the darkened room while I sipped from a bottle of Ravenswood Old Vine. It didn’t matter

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”

They had discussed it directly, in the manner of the second year's discussions: carefully, with the specific quality of two people who were not yet entirely comfortable but were committed to finding the accurate arrangement. Don had said: I am happy to do whatever Christmas you need. Ernest had said: I need very little. Don had said: then we do very little, and we do it well. The doing-very-little-and-doing-it-well had become the Christmas method across the seven years. It had the following elements: a good dinner on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas Day, because Christmas Day was often better as the quiet day after the occasion rather than the occasion itself; a walk on Christmas morning,

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Jacob said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Stefani leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. “It really was.” They stood there for a moment, soaking in the peaceful silence, the warmth of their love wrapping around them like a blanket. “Merry Christmas, Jacob,” Stefani whispered, looking up at him with a soft smile. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her gently. And in that moment, as the snow fell outside and their children slept peacefully by the fire, Stefani knew that this Christmas, and every Christmas to come, would be filled with love, laughter, and the joy of family.

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

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He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Cassian blocked him instantly. “Not. A step. Closer.” And that was the moment I realized.. This Christmas wasn’t going to be peaceful. Wasn’t going to be healing. Wasn’t going to be simple. It was going to be war.