Best Romantic Christmas Novels Novels & Stories

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Otherwise, finding a decent restaurant open was a pain in the butt. No, it was his night with Sierra that inspired a tenuous serenity within him. She’d brought him his Christmas last night. No woman had ever inspired such poignant longing in him. Even now, after coupling over and over through the night, his midsection tightened at the thought of her. She was a rare flower, blooming in winter, spicing the cold air with her exotic, delicate fragrance. He’d never tired of watching her bloom, watching her face soften in ecstasy as his name spilled from lips as deep red as holly berries.

I exclaimed in awe. “You deserve the best, Layla.” Alex smiled, placing a kiss on my neck. Upon returning to the penthouse, a lavish feast awaited. Caviar, lobster, and champagne flowed. Larry, Rachel, and the team joined us, sharing laughter and stories. Alex presented me with a stunning diamond necklace. “Layla, you shine brighter than any star.” I blushed. “Alex, you're the one making this Christmas magical.” As night fell, fireworks exploded above the city.

“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 hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

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

I said. She approached me, and the room was filled with a sense of anticipation and affection. As she drew closer, our lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. It was a moment of warmth and love, a symbol of the deep connection we shared. The soft crackling of the fireplace provided a comforting soundtrack to our affectionate embrace. The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us.

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.

A/N: Dear Reader, This chapter is not in any way related to the plot of this story. It's a little gift to add to your Christmas happiness. Please don't pay for this chapter. It's free (Free-To-Read) "Merry Christmas, Maria," Romeo exclaims, his voice waking the sleepy Maria. "Merry Christmas, Romeo, and thanks for stealing my sleep," she cackles. She sits up and sees Romeo holding a small cheesecake with a big candle in the middle.

She raised up to reach him, and he tilted down and pressed his lips to hers. Dak leaned up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I can recall most of my twenty-seven Christmases, and they’ve all been great, but I have to say, I think the best ones are yet to come. Years from now, when I’m old and gray, I want you with me. I want to think back to this night and how this was the beginning, the very first, of many wonderful Christmases to come.” She slid her hand up to his cheek, caressing him before resting it on his shoulder as they both moved toward each other until their foreheads pressed together. “Me, too. From now on, I’m your Christmas Memory.”