Bratayley Christmas Novels & Stories

As the video played it brought back fun memories to mind. They could remember that moment; even feel it as though they were there. The kids began to unwrap their Christmas gifts with eagerness and smiles on their faces, "Whoa I got a race car!" Bradley announced joyfully when he unwrapped his gift— it was a large red battery–powered tractor toy car, that had enough space and capacity to carry Bradley's body. Quickly he jumped into the driver's seat, placed his hands on the steering wheel, switched the car on with a button and began to drive around on it happily.

Even if he scolded me for it. My eyes dart across to Phoebe and Leo who are still giggling, while playing with the wrapping paper. I have no idea how? But Phoebe has managed to get her brother to look like he was the actual present. It looks so cute how his little pampered bottom is wriggling while she is trying to put one of these sticky ribbons on his forehead. Hard to believe they're going to be two in less than two months. Tyler, Gale and Brent come walking in. I feel a little bad for not getting up to walk to the door to greet them on Christmas day. Just as I'm about to get up from the couch, Tyler scolds me.

It was a few days to Christmas, Katrina would've loved it if the kids spent it with their grandpa, she'd imagined them spending a lot of time together and she planned on dressing up in Santa's costume to present the with their favorite video games and toys She already made so much plans for them to enjoy the holidays, she didn't expect for everything to change in a blink of an eye, just because they met their Father.

“Or what? Will you take the lamp too?” “You are very proud for a girl with no power here,” she said. “But you need to understand that surviving a debt after being dragged into a Bratva mansion is an endurance, and not some victory that you need to celebrate. In this place, you have the right to be alive,” she snapped, patience cracking. “If you want to keep that right in this house, stop acting as if pride can fill your stomach.” “You don’t care if I eat,” I said. “You care because he ordered you to make sure I did. You don’t need to pretend otherwise.”

Dad replied with a grin. "We better go then!" I was suddenly in a hurry. We gathered the presents into three big bags and made the short walk to Layla's house. I knock on the door and it opened immediately. Layla rushed into my arms and I almost dropped the bag I was carrying. "Merry Christmas!" she said as she kissed me. She let me go and went to hug Peter and Dad as I walked in. I put the presents by the tree and greeted Bear and Hart. "Where's Eve and Leo?" I asked after hugging them both.

Dad arranged a private flight for us a week later—not only for me, Michael, and Lauren, but also for Nancy and Lily. This marked the first time in a decade that the Taylor family would freely return to America to ring in the New Year together. For every member of the household, it was an exceptionally special and deeply meaningful occasion. On Christmas Day, Nancy was busy decorating the villa. I was woken up early by Eleanor. “Scarlett, I’m Santa Claus today!” she burst through the door, bouncing in her bright red wool sweater and snow boots. Clutching a large Christmas gift box, she winked mysteriously at me.

Brayleigh nodded slowly. "Jesus. That's a lot of children. Christmas must be busy!" Brayleigh exclaims. Lila and I laughed at her and I shrugged. "Christmas time is always good. We usually trek South to the falls where most of our family lives. We have a lot of cousins, aunties and uncles and it's always one big celebration," I told her. She gaped at me. "The falls? That's where my family comes from! Maybe they know each other," Brayleigh grinned excitedly. My beast yipped. She hoped that Brayleigh's family knew mine. It would be coincidental that we had met.

Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast. “To family, to love, and to new beginnings. Merry Christmas!” We all clink glasses, and I take a sip, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. As everyone continues to chat and enjoy the evening, I quietly slip away to put Hayley to bed. Her room is cozy and peaceful, a little sanctuary from the excitement. I tuck her in, brushing a kiss on her forehead. She stirs slightly, opening her eyes. “Is it Christmas, Mommy?” she asks, her voice sleepy.

"You know, the rest of us aren't with our families, either." Taren sighed as he set down the picture frame. "I know that." "So, come on out and celebrate with us." Bret walked in and picked up a red and pink heart paperweight that Abby had made for him for Valentine's Day the previous year, setting on the corner of his desk. Taren looked up, narrowing his eyes. "Put it down." Bret smirked, and then set it down. "Sorry, man." He sat down on the edge of his desk. "Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year."

I only glanced at him as I was broken. "Dad is planning your wedding with Katherine," Bryan spoke in a single breath as he was here running fast. "What? Why all of sudden?" I gasped shockingly. "Tomorrow is 25 December, a Christmas," Bryan retorted and I glanced at our castle. It was decorated and looking beautiful. Mentioned of Christmas and the date, my heart sank again. It's her birthday. It's her first birthday as well first Christmas after our wedding. I wish to celebrate this Christmas with her and now she is...