Billy Graham Library At Christmas Novels & Stories

On Christmas Eve, the hospital called me. The doctor's voice was urgent as he informed, "Mr. Gilder, Noelle's condition has worsened. She's being resuscitated right now! We can't get through to Mrs. Gilder. Please come quickly!" I didn't even bother to clean up before rushing toward the hospital. Usually, I was the one staying with my daughter, Noelle Gilder. Today, I had only stepped away for a little while to make soup for her at home.

Trick "Mom, are you sure it's okay for us to break tradition?" Riley asks, her eyes wide as she gazes at the Christmas tree box sitting in my apartment. "What's normal tradition?" I ask, opening the box up with my knife. Hadley smiles at her daughter. "Normally we wait until December 10th, we put on A Christmas Story,and we decorate while watching the movie play over and over again." "It's only a few days before the tenth," I look at my phone. "Today's the fifth, and if you want to watch the movie, I'm sure it's on Netflix. Why don't you go look, Sprite."

The Courtesan's story will continue after school break, so expect book 2 soon... For now enjoy this bonus story.... ******* Prologue. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

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.

Jane Winter was fast approaching in Brookside, and with it came the bustling excitement of Christmas preparations. As the city buzzed with activity, I found myself eager to immerse myself in the festivities, if only to distract myself from the looming reality of my diminishing Omega fertility. With this in mind, I made my way to the library meeting room, where a gathering was underway to discuss the upcoming holiday events. The room was filled with chatter and excitement, and I took a seat among the eager participants, hoping to find solace in the planning process.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

"Very intelligently thought out gift." "Teach you how to shoot." Serge remarks and winks at me. I smile halfheartedly and next to him Duffield laughs while gobbling up a brownie. It's Christmas morning, everyone is in the midst of opening their gifts. Tattered gift wraps and ribbons scatter the lounge. Bev and Grigori decided to show up today instead of tomorrow. I had no desire to come downstairs initially, but Rachael, Katie, and Bev literally dragged me down. Their faces were enraptured with Christmas spirit.

She said with a bright smile. “I am." I admitted. *** “Everyone, Mr Gabriel sent gifts." Merritt said walking into the living, the entrance door was wide open and she was holding a box of cards. A big cart was being pushed inside by a young male and I thought it was the only one, but he pushed twelve carts inside the living room. Mr Winthrop grimaced at the size of each of the boxes. “What are the gifts for?." Mr Winthrop asked. “For Christmas." “Christmas is not here yet!." Mr Winthrop complained.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

she finally admitted. Mariah blinked. "Going where?" Laila shot her a look. "Don't play dumb. You know where." Mariah's mouth slowly spread into a grin. "Ohhh. So y'all are really going to Jordan's place tomorrow." Laila's shoulders rose. "Yes." Amelia's expression softened, her voice gentle. "Christmas Eve." "Christmas Eve," Laila echoed, like the words tasted strange. Mariah kicked one heel against the comforter. "Okay. That's kind of… a lot."