Best Romantic Christmas Novels Novels & Stories

He ended the call before I could speak further and I tossed the phone on the bed, cursing furiously as I ran a hand through my hair. The instruction was to show up at the annual Christmas get together with your girlfriend. I was ready to take Leonie and my plan was to be one step ahead of Marcus by announcing her pregnancy but the doctor didn't just ruin my plans, Marcus went overboard. “No illegitimate bastard will reap what he did not sow. I have worked tooth and nail for all I've acquired and I won't let him have it all, simply because it's in the family name.” I declared inwardly as I headed out of the house instantly.

If all went well, this would be the happiest Christmas of our lives. It was all too perfect, and when I decided to step into Ric's room, I was sure this was the right time to become his wife, forever. My heart was pounding madly inside my chest. I had already waited too long. All those nights when he walked into my room and we started making out instantly just showed how much we wanted to go further, but Alice always knocked on my door and Ric had to hide until she left, or until I took her away. back to your room. This was driving me crazy. I masturbated every night imagining his hand rubbing my pussy. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel what, until then, I had only felt under my clothes. F

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Second on her favorites list was the huge basket of gourmet hot chocolate in a variety of flavors, from milk to dark chocolate. After she’d opened all the gifts, she launched herself into his arms and they ended up on the floor, him flat on his back laughing as she peppered his entire face with kisses again. He gazed up at her, taking in her beautiful smile and the joy burning bright in her eyes. “Have to say, this is the best Christmas ever,” he said softly. “Wait, that’s my line,” she protested. “And how can you say that? I didn’t get you anything!”

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."

The rest of the days were beautiful; the nights, more beautiful and magical. Roxanne waltzed through them in a beautiful halo of happiness. When she wasn't with Jaxon, she thought about him as she read with Grace and Martha, Especially when they read erotic books. It felt like a song, a siren song, pulling her body to his. When she was with him, he was making love to her body in one way or another, with his body, with his words, with his eyes, Or he was f*cking her hard.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

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.”

"Are you going to wear it?" "Maybe later." I tossed the hat onto a nearby empty chair. "You… that dress…" She looked down, as if she'd forgotten what she was wearing. "Is it too much? Rosa helped me pick it. Said red is the color of Christmas." "It's not too much," I said, too quickly. "It's perfect." The word came out more loaded than I wanted. She blushed, a soft pink rising on her cheeks. My God. "Thank you." She looked around. "Everything is beautiful. It looks like a movie."

Then she laughed, a throaty and endearing sound that made me smile. “Merry Christmas Brad and thank you for the most perfect gift ever.” I kissed her slow, tasting salt and sex and her and I knew deep in my heart that whatever it is this is, we were just starting.