Book Nook Christmas Novels & Stories

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

🎄✨Merry Christmas, my amazing readers! ✨🎄 From the bottom of my heart, thank you for choosing to read Claimed by the Don. Your love, comments, reads, and support mean more to me than I can ever put into words. You’ve turned this story into something truly special, and I’m so grateful to have you on this journey with me. As we celebrate this season of love, warmth, and togetherness, I want you to know how much I appreciate every single one of you for sticking with this book. And trust me—if you think things are intense now… you haven’t seen anything yet. 🔥

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

--- Ayana stood in Nelson's living room in the afternoon quiet after Cat left around 2 and looked around at the space that was now, temporarily or permanently, her home. Bare walls. Careful shelves. The couch had barely been used. The kitchen with its two mugs on the table — she'd left them there deliberately, some superstition about the morning, about not erasing the evidence that something had shifted. She went to the bookshelves. Ran her fingers along the spines. Social work texts. Philosophy. History. A worn copy of *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius with the corners bent back. A Bible — different from her father's, less used, the kind kept for reference rather than comfort.

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she exclaimed. “We saw the gifts you sent us. The Ankara prints are so beautiful!” I returned her smile with a small one of my own, bowing slightly in greeting. “Thank you, ma, for accepting them,” I said politely. As I scanned the bustling square, my eyes landed on Anu, struggling with the huge 14 feet Christmas tree as the center of the square. Without hesitation, I made my way over to her. She was trying to steady the tree on its stand, her face knotted in a frustrated frown.

Thank you for sticking with me and Happy Holidays! This book 2 is ongoing.

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

This is a Christmas special chapter. It doesn't go in line with the original book. Just like a stand-alone extra chapter. I hope you all enjoy though. “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” ~Norman Vincent Peal . "I know you would rather be on your own, but are you ever going to let us change that?" Ada asked, as she steps into Cainan's room and finds him in the bed, covered up with the duvet.

He said, "You sound sentimental. It's like the last time you spoke to Alicia. Do you have a problem with me?" "Hahaha, no. I'm just tired. I wanted to visit my niece for Christmas, but I'm stuck with this asshole killer who kills people regardless of... whether it's Christmas or not," Noel said, speaking fast without pausing. Noel leaned his back against the top of the chair then looked around, "looks like everyone is going to have a nice Christmas, Nick."