Bratayley Christmas Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Jennifer. I can feel the tone of the town changing already. I’ll see you at two.” She shook his hand, and Brady left, wrapping his scarf around his neck as he went. Whether or not the house she showed him turned out to be his dream house or not, Brady was glad he’d gone in to speak to Jennifer. He had a feeling she was going to make a huge contribution to increasing the Christmas spirit in a way Holiday Hills desperately needed.

Mom must have seen their faces for she explained. "It's a Lynn Christmas eve tradition where everyone gets new PJ bottoms and an ugly shirt or sweater. We wear it all night and tomorrow when we open presents. Just because you two aren't Lynn's doesn't mean you are exempt from it." I was thoroughly impressed Mom managed to find two other sets in a short amount of time. Every year she manages to find even uglier sweaters for us. "So everyone go put them on then we'll have dinner." Olivia was the first to get up, gushing about the PJ's and being included. Next Annie and Lucas took the girls to my moms room to get dressed. Knox and I made our way upstairs, leaving Jackson in the living room.

Chapter 45 Honeymoon on the Islands The kids come home for the holidays Lyra, Lacy and I are busy in the kitchen cooking a Thanksgiving meal to die for.. the music is playing and we are dancing up a storm in there Kie, and Brent sit at the bar with drinks watching.. with smiles on there faces Matt, Bella, and Karma are busy putting up decorations.

Neo said handing her a key, “it’s a good thing that I did not get you a woodchipper.” “I hate you.” She said with as much venom as she could muster. Which at that moment was not much. “I know.” He smiled down at the younger woman waiting for her to take the key. “I love you, too.” Grabbing the key, she sprinted up the stairs. “Guess what uncle Neo got us for Christmas?” “A puppy!” Nate squealed and Shelby gave her friend a warning look. He held his hands up in surrender. But he decided to drop the idea to some of the guys. Nate should have a puppy before the new year.

His tail flicked, unimpressed. Beth burst out laughing. “Oh my Goddess, is that the Lycan Grinch?” Ryker followed her gaze, shaking his head. “That’s Dax. He pretends to hate Christmas every year, but he’s the one who strung the lights on my roof at dawn.” Blaise smirked. “Classic Dax. Big, bad, and secretly sentimental.” Even I couldn’t stop smiling. “Only here,” I said softly. “Only our mountains could make a Grinch look that adorable.”

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

“Then what is the point?” I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.“The point is, I told you—explicitly—that the card attached to the dress should state that it came from Santa. To humans, Santa is an old man with a kind heart who grants wishes no matter how hard. I wanted her to believe the dress came from him—not the damn CEO she thinks she’s supposed to fall for. But now… she knows, Caleb. Because of your screw-up, she knows Santa and the CEO are one and the same.” Caleb blinks, then scratches the back of his neck. His hesitation is all the confirmation I need.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Harlan that burned hotter than the fake fireplace flickering in the corner of the room. Mr. Harlan, her history teacher, leaned against his desk, loosening his tie. At thirty-five, he had that rugged look, broad shoulders, stubble shadowing his jaw, eyes that lingered too long on her during lectures. The mistletoe hung innocently above the door, a joke from the faculty party earlier. "Mr. Harlan?" Elena's voice was soft, hesitant, as she stepped closer, her boots clicking on the linoleum. She clutched a wrapped gift in her hands, red paper with a bow. "I... I got you something. For the holidays."