Best Romantic Christmas Books Novels & Stories

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

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She immediately pulled away and dipping her hand into the jacket, she found an elegant, gold bracelet in it with Jasmin boldly engraved on it. Her cheeks were hurting from trying to control her emotions. “If your plan is to ruin future Christmases for me, then you’re succeeding cause it won’t be the same without you.” She bit her bottom lips and her eyes stung even as she laughed. “Something is always going to keep me around.” His hand cupped her bump, and he was fighting a smile well. “Merry Christmas, Cainan,” she leaned up and kissed his lips.

It was our first Christmas together as a married couple, and it made the moment feel even more special. She let out a soft sigh, her body shifting toward me. Then, in one smooth motion, she turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Her eyes finally opened, sparkling with that mischief I adored. "Merry Christmas to you too, Roman," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep. She nuzzled into my chest, and I felt her warmth seep through my skin.

"You asked if I do understand your mind. Maybe opening that book will answer your curiosity." Anthony's words whirled around in Rosie's head, leaving her confused with what he meant. She sat down on the couch and opened the book. On the inside of the front cover were words written in Anthony's unexpectedly neat handwriting. 'She's the kind of beauty that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes softly falling to the ground, silent, subtle, fragile to touch, but beautiful nonetheless. She is made of winter, thunderstorms, and scars, yet she possesses the gentlest touch for broken souls. When you meet her, you probably won't notice her right away, for hers is the beauty that whispers ever so

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

And when Adrian offered his hand, she took it. Because this Christmas ,her first warm Christmas , felt like something she’d never forget. ____________ Author's Note 💖 Hi my loves 🤍 Before anything else — Merry Christmas to every single person reading this story today. Whether you’re curled up at home, traveling, or secretly reading during family time (your secret is safe with me 😄), I’m sending you warmth, joy, peace, and a very big virtual hug. Thank you for being here with The Billionaire’s Distraction.

The green shawl wrapped around her neckline to protect her from the cold, completely matching the Christmas dress code. "You scream of perfection, Prize," I complimented, extending my hand out to her, which she took, and I pulled her closer to me abruptly, which made our chests graze against each other briefly before she steadied in her position. "Merry Christmas," we said in unison, and my chest rioted in happiness. This little girl is bringing out a feeling I didn't know I could have.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.