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he winks I cough, I think am starting to turn red tho. Hey everyone, its the author I know we just came back from the holidays...but it isn't over yet I wrote a short story and guess what, you guys get to read it!! Awesome right Well enjoy this short holiday story i wrote for Christmas *The Christmas wishlist* The weather is as cold as ever, indeed the season is here again Our dry lips and very cold mornings, time where we all need our lip balms and body cream It's everyone's favorite season and holiday Christmas! People singing Christmas carols, couples kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in a joyful mood, and of course fried chicken is always involved

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay Safe and Enjoy. Klaira The following chapters are a short novella entitled A Black River Pack Yule. It occurs after His Brother's Mate and before Hell Hounds. Because of rules changing it's impossible to find this novella on the GoodNovel app. So I am adding it here for your enjoyment.

I walked away from the dress shop, I stopped to look at my map and make sure I was heading in the right direction. I walked in the direction the map was suggesting. When I arrived, I saw a cute older lady inside with a dusting brush. The bookstore seems quaint and antique. I was looking for a vintage book that I heard Hunter used to love as kid. The book is very old, it was published in 1821 so perhaps his grandmother used to read it to him? I only heard him mention it to my mother. Father’s Day is soon, and I want to get him a gift. It is called “The Two Doves and The Owl.”

Orlov had looked all over the palace for Ivan, yet he never expected to find him in the library. Ivan was never one for books, one would always find him in the training area for knights, or in his study lounging about. Orlov certainly didn’t expect to open the door and have a book thrown at his face. “It’s not here!” yelled Ivan. “There’s nothing here!” Orlov bent down and picked up the object that assaulted him. The title read ‘Holidays of the Continent’ by some author he didn’t recognize.

“Come with me.” Winter walked around the library. She then went to the very corner of the room, pressed the room button and made it open. A secret room that holds magic books for tier one witches. The book was flying, unlike the books in the front room which were neatly arranged on the shelves. Helena just found out there was a room like this. Each book was coated in fairy powder, so it could fly on its own. “This is the book!” Winter exclaimed. She reached for a book with a red cover; a book that could show a map of the world.

“Tell me what’s going on or I’ll tell Megan that you ruined that last batch of cookies.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would. Now, spill.” Currently, the two women stood in Jubilee and Heath’s room in the cabin while the rest of the family were either downstairs or outside. It was Christmas Day, and they’d just opened presents, which had mostly entailed watching James and the babies rip open packages with glee. Bea and Bennett had ripped open their gifts with a bloodlust that would’ve been frightening if it hadn’t been so cute. Evie was too little to do much other than pull on the ribbons as her parents helped her unwrap her gifts.

NOTICE: BOOK FOR OVER 18 YEARS OLD!!!! Contains Triggers! HOT book prohibited for minors, with scenes of explicit sex, physical and psychological violence and profanity. Despite being a story of love and overcoming, this book contains triggers. ️ Good reading!!! Hello dear reader! Leave suggestions and the evaluation so I can get to know a little about you. At the end of reading, tell me which characters you would like to have your story. Follow me on I*: @crissaautora

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

Beauty of a Snowflake Rosie spent the following few days after Thanksgiving packing. Her and Tamara were heading on a road trip a few hours away, back home to see their family for the Christmas holidays. After New Years, when they had gotten back to the campus, it wasn't long before Rosie ran into Anthony. She stopped at the library to pick up a book. On her walk back home, she had run right into someone's chest. "Woah," Anthony held onto her shoulders, stabilizing her. "Apologies." He bent down to pick up her book that had fallen. He glanced down at the cover. "Harry Potter, huh?"

“Well here are a few tips for you. One, you can’t look hideous on Christmas Day. Meaning that you can’t meet baby Jesus when you’re looking like someone hit you with a sack of potatoes. Two, you need to be very proactive. You’re gonna be saying a lot of Merry Christmases. It would hurt but it’s worth it. Jesus is worth the pain Three, only good thoughts on Christmas day. That means you’ve got to keep the devil and whatever comes with it out of your mind. Four, be nice to everyone even your enemies. If my grandma holds your hands tomorrow, don’t fall for it. It’s just for the show. Five, make sure you eat a lot. Christmas ain’t Christmas without feasting Crinka so be sure to enjoy it.” “I wil