Bfdi Christmas Novels & Stories

The smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls normally would have made my stomach growl, but today it just churned with anxiety. Cassandra waved from our corner booth, her dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. Finn sat across from her, already halfway through what looked like his second latte based on the empty cup pushed to the side. "You look terrible," Cassandra said the moment I slid into the booth beside her. "Good morning to you too." "I'm serious, Bri." She turned in her seat, her brown eyes scanning my face with the intensity of a detective examining evidence. "What happened? You've been weird since yesterday."

Alex stepped out of her apartment with a red scarf around her neck. The breeze blew past her face and she stood for a while before moving. It was Christmas and the winter air was at its peak. It's not a new thing. Winter on Christmas can freeze you to death. The street was so Christmastic, every corner was decorated with Christmas lights. And children singing voices were heard. Typical Christmas in Greywave, it's always like this every year. GreyWave and her people don't joke with Christmas because they believe so much that the Savior of the world was born during that period which is absolutely the truth to the Christian Brethren.

I ask before standing beside her. "It's called Italian fig cookies and this is a specialty we Italian people like to make on the occasion of Christmas." She replies with a smile. "Can I help you? I want to learn how to bake these cookies." I ask in which she nods her head in reply. And that's what we do for the rest of the evening. I get to know that Alessandro doesn't like to celebrate Christmas but doesn't oppose when Mama Melody put the Christmas tree inside the mansion. She also tells me about she has a dream to celebrate the festival with everyone but never gets to do this. So, I promise her that no matter what we will be celebrating Christmas with everyone this year.

The drive back from the marina was conducted in a heavy, strained silence. Cami sat in the back of the SUV with Ariana, her hand tightly gripping Ariana’s as if she were afraid her friend might vanish if she let go. Mateo drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his reflection in the rearview mirror a constant, watchful presence. When they finally entered the foyer of the mansion, the festive Christmas decorations—the towering tree, the garlands, the flickering candles—seemed mocking. The "perfect family Christmas" Cami had envisioned was a fractured mess.

he explained, and I nodded slowly in understanding. “That's understandable,” I murmured in response. “So what do you say, habitat, unless you already got plans for tomorrow?” he enquired, and I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I thought about it carefully. The kids had never actually gone out to have fun on Christmas Eve, and I was sure they'd be happy about this, but why did it feel like I was doing something wrong? Almost like I was betraying Ryan by going out with Farid when he'd made his intentions known.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

I said slowly, “why.” “I need a plus one,” he said, blatantly. My brows knit together in both surprise and confusion. “For what” Instead of answering, he opened a drawer and slid something across the desk toward me. An invitation card. Thick paper, elegant font, painfully familiar names. Caleb Blackwood and Selene Hale

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

He scowled at me but there was no real bite in it. "Which one do you want?" It took a split second for me to realize he was going to let me choose something. My grin widened as I eagerly looked around at my options. I knew I was acting like a child but that's what this festival did to you. It brought out your inner child and what was more of a perfect time for that than Christmas. And add on to the fact Knox was being very sweet by winning me something. "I'll take Rudolph." I pointed to the kinda smaller reindeer hanging by himself. The older man working the booth handed him over with a kind smile as I held two stuffed animals in my arms.