Best Romantic Christmas Novels Novels & Stories

This was what Vampire wants to do when they are in love. He quickly shook his head to get out of his lusty thoughts. "May be.....I mean. It can be." "You are not sure." Star looked disappointed. Xavier thought and quickly got up. With his inhuman speed he searched something in the drawer near the cupboard and came to Star. He opened his fist and showed a necklace to Star who put her finger on the small crescent in the finger of the chain and traced it. "It's beautiful." "Will you be my bride?"

“Answer him. We have to keep things normal. But tell him you’re busy.” I typed back: “Thanks, Brady. I’m okay. Maybe coffee later this week? Got a lot going on today.” Brady replied quickly: “Sounds good. Take care of yourself, Cassandra. I’m here if you need me.” Alexander read it and pulled me closer. “He’s a good guy. I hate that he’s in love with you, but I get why. You’re impossible not to love.” I smiled despite everything. “Flattery won’t get you out of the doghouse completely.”

she whispered, completely caught in his gravity. Reid leaned in, his mouth just a fraction of an inch from hers, and Melody closed her eyes, her breaths coming in short gasps, the fragrance of pine and leather making her heart staccato. When she thought she could wait no more, he closed the distance, and she felt the soft brush of his lips on hers. She ran her hand up to the back of his head and leaned in, hoping he sensed just how long she’d been waiting for this moment. Once he released her, Melody took a step back, and looking into his twinkling eyes, she said, “Now that’s a Christmas memory I’ll never forget.”

I studied her closely, searching for a crack, something, anything. I had never seen her wear red lipstick before, never. And now that she did, it suited her perfectly. Bold, fierce, and alluring in a way that made it impossible to look away. “Seems like we don’t need much introduction,” Brooke said lightly. “Not at all, Your Majesty,” Elena replied smoothly. “Lisa is my daughter’s best friend. It might interest you to know that she spent her Christmas holiday with us, nursing her heartbreak. You know, we’re very accommodating, even though she’s human. My daughter didn’t mind.”

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season. More like forced to pretend we could work together when we couldn't even stand in the same room without wanting to kill each other. This was going to be an absolute disaster.

She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one. It was tradition in her family to gift a book on Christmas eve. She was excited to share this tradition with Nathan. She was excited to share everything with him. Life was good. She tucked the book under the small tree in her apartment next to the other gift she’d picked out for him. It was just a t-shirt with the name of the town and a printed mountain background. It wasn’t much, but she thought he would like it since he was moving his company here. It felt like a good gift and she couldn’t wait for Christmas to come so she could give it to him.

’ speeches… She drained hot chocolate from her large ‘Rudolf the Reindeer’ mug and stood, padding across the wooden floor in her socks and slippers to restart the Frank Sinatra album. Maybe it was wrong that she was in such a good mood, newly divorced and absolutely alone on Christmas… but she was. She wanted to be happy. And right now, Mr. Sinatra, stimulating romance novels, and copious amounts of hot chocolate were all she needed to be happy. And, maybe later, Mr. ‘Great Scott’.