Bfdi Christmas Novels & Stories

As I scrolled, it felt like my heart was splintering. Almost every post featured gifts from Finnick, including limited-edition bags, rare jewelry, and even keys to luxury cars, each one paired with captions filled with happiness and pride. Finnick's business had grown significantly, but I had grown up around it and knew exactly how hard it was to make money. I only bought luxury items occasionally, just enough to keep up appearances, and I had never been willing to spend large amounts of cash just to pile up things like that. Finnick, on the other hand, had always told me, in that calm, reasonable tone of his, that love wasn't measured by money and didn't need to be proven with material thin

"Trust me, you've done well to have agreed to spending Christmas at my house...and I promise, you aren't leaving this city untouched." West Coast was where you find the boys that bring the fun, according to my best friend, Sonia. I only agreed to spending Christmas at her place because she had been asking since the start of the year. Aside from that, she would taunt me non-stop for still being a virgin at 20. Nothing about s*x interests me. It is true I haven't had my first s*x yet. I mean, you have to be interested to even do it, right? Well, I'm in for it this time, see what Sonia's Christmas fun plan was about.

The Bleak family is fvcking rich so she can't compare what she sees here to anywhere else. She shook her head "am I really getting married tomorrow, this is not my ideal wedding. It does not look like there is something happening tomorrow and for crying out loud, tomorrow is Christmas and here, it is so dried up. Indeed, it's so weird. No Christmas trees, no Christmas decorations, no presents." She wondered out loud.

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

My breast bounced in his face. He frowned a little. “You walk around without a bra? People might notice.” I chuckled. “Relax, it's dark so nobody is paying attention," I assured. “Besides, I didn't think I needed to since I was coming to see you," I added, pressing my bare boobs on his face. He smiled. “You want this." “I crave this," I corrected. “Besides, you've made me addicted." His eyes widened in shock but I didn't give him a chance to protest, even if I knew he wouldn't. My hand reached down and found his zip. Slowly, I removed it and let my hand search his pant.

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."