Book Nook Christmas Novels & Stories

Hii everyone...!! Hope you all must be doing good!! So yeah I just wanted to inform you people is that , This book is going to be a long book. Really long. May be more than 80 chapters or something. So yeah, I will post next chapter on on Christmas...😄😄 It wil a Christmas gift from me to all of you..😊 My birthday is at 18 December. You peopel also don't forget to wish me🤭

He steps between the two, takes the tablet from Luka’s hand, and turns off Zion’s loud music with a single gesture. "You two," he says, his voice deep but not loud, "sit down. Now." There’s something in his quiet authority that allows no argument. They obey. Elias sits on the floor beside Nolah, who is still hugging his knees. "Too loud?" he asks softly. Nolah nods, his voice small: "At the group home, Christmas was really quiet. We got one book and ate turkey." Elias pulls a small wooden wolf from his pocket—one he had been carving for days. He offers it to Nolah with care.

As Noah got closer, Chris frowned at the red mark on his cheek, "Did he–" "It's nothing," Noah smiled, as he took the luggage and hugged his brother, "I will call you tomorrow. Take care." Chris let out a loud sigh. He hugged him back, "Don't forget to call me and take care, introduce your lover to me later." Noah chuckled, "Lover?" "Here," Chris said as he gave Noah a car key, "Your Christmas gift." Noah blinked as he took the key, "I don't have any gift for you."

I didn’t want to tally it yet. I stormed back into the living room while Jax trailed behind me. The Christmas tree in the corner—Dad’s decorator had put it up last week even though we were still weeks before Christmas had a new addition. Tucked into the branches was a pair of red lace panties. With a little note attached, written in lipstick on a torn piece of my stationery: Thanks for the memories, Noah. Just took the amount I’m worth. XOXO. I ripped it down, crumpling the note in my fist and tossed the panties into the fireplace, even though it wasn’t lit. I’d burn them later.

I have two others here on goodnovel that are completed if you want to check those out too. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

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I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

It was more of a statement than a question, but he’d said it with an adorable lilt in his voice, so it made me crack a smile. “Fine, two it is,” I said. So to start off our day, we searched for the best prize. It was a coupon for a spa date in one of the cabins a couple of towns over. It included a free day trip up to the mountain cabin, a massage, a hot tub, a romantic dinner, and free ski rentals. “We’re gonna have the most fun date ever,” he said. It was cute how determined he was to win. And thanks to me and my genius knowledge of all things Christmas and books, I was able to help us decode a passage from A Christmas Carol. Patrick recalled that it had been showing at the auditorium, and