Bratayley Christmas Novels & Stories

I’d done everything I could to learn who I was without Wyatt. “If you’re sure you don’t mind doing that for my benefit,” I said. “I would really appreciate having you close by tonight. I’m terrified of Wyatt, but I don’t think he would stand a chance against you.” Bratt’s smile was bright and radiant before he touched his forehead to mine. “That’s right, Marley,” he said. “I’d tear him apart if he so much as tried to touch you.” Despite the violent sentiment, despite the fact that I’d just spent who knew how long crying and quivering, I found myself smiling back at him. For some reason, Bratt always managed to make me laugh or smile, even when it felt impossible.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Jax never said anything to stop them, but he knew how to make me feel better at night. Eleanor was always all over Jax and it irked me to the depths of my soul. The look she always gave me showed me that she was doing this on purpose to rile me up. Little did she know that I was even more patient than a driver waiting for a snail to cross the road. I let out a sigh as I walked around the beautiful streets of Queens Quay. The moon shone brightly and made the streets look even more beautiful than usual. The Christmas lights decorated the streets and “Last Christmas” was blasting through someone's speaker, while I hummed along.

Wyatt It was Christmas Eve and Bri was baking up a storm, the scent of it drove my stomach into knots. I had been charged with cleaning out the smoker and grill so we could entertain our ‘guests.’ I can’t say I was pleased to find out that an entire pack had been invited to tomorrow's Christmas dinner. Still, I tolerated the idea with mild grumpiness which got my cheek pinched and made her pretty eyes narrow at me in disapproval which forced my complaints to take a backseat. She made me feel like a toddler throwing a quiet tantrum in my mind as I set about the task with Claude as my helper. Only here because he got kicked out of the kitchen for nabbing one too many sweets. This evening we wo

Layla Nathan slid into the living room upon hearing the doorbell. It was Christmas, and he had been expecting both Santa and Henry for a while now. "Aha!" "Santa is here, Santa is here! " He was jumping in delight. "And I have brought gifts for little Nathaniel," then he looked at me. "And his beautiful mother." He said. I chuckled. Henry was such a darling, wearing a costume and pretending to be Santa for Nathan. "But where are Uncle Henry's gifts?" Nathan asked inquisitively.

Aurora December 24, 2024 Sometimes, Christmas doesn’t seem as magical as everyone claims it is, and sometimes it isn’t about twinkling lights. Sometimes… Christmas is the night when your entire world seems to collapse. Tonight, I was supposed to surprise my boyfriend. A stupid little red gift bag dangled from my fingers as I climbed the final step to my best friend Clara’s apartment. Inside were the snowflake couple bracelets I had saved up for as a Christmas present. I had planned to show them to Clara first, to scream and laugh about how Sawyer would definitely cry when he saw his.

They were surprised by the nonchalant dismissive tone in her voice as though standing on display in front of hundreds of people and singled out by the CEO was no big deal. They both blinked a bit. And when she didn’t elaborate. They continued to make small talk for a bit and then Taylor excused herself. She had told them something about how being near Brayden scared all the other men away and she needed to get lucky as her early Christmas present to herself. **** After their turkey dinner on Christmas Meredith and Brayden watched a movie together in the guest bedroom. They sat on the bed together eating popcorn that Meredith had popped in the air popper. Dino hopped on the bed hearing the op

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

Looked nervous. “Uncle Damon, so glad to see you. “ Caleb said. "This is Selene, my wife-to-be." “Nice to meet you,” I said with a nod. Selene smiled too brightly. "Nice to meet you too, sir." We sat for dinner. My sister continued to boast about Caleb and his new CEO status, their upcoming marriage and that Selene was the best girl to marry him. I made an attempt to listen, but my thoughts went back to what Daniel said.

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.