Bucky Barnes Christmas Novels & Stories

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

I teased. "Is that the only reason?" "Well, one of three," I joked, dodging a playful slap to my arm. "You're such a brat," she muttered. "Now, about that favor…" "Yeah, yeah," I said, grabbing another cookie. "What do you need?" "I need you to pick up Mrs. Barnes and help her get a Christmas tree. Then, take it back to her house and help her set it up." I paused, mid-chew. "Oh." That wasn’t what I expected.

“Who’s Santa, Biz-Nono?” The table erupted in laughter, Jace nearly choking on his drink. Kat’s mother reached over, brushing Koda’s hair back. “He’s the man who brings presents at Christmas, sweetheart. You’ll see.” Koda’s eyes widened, the idea settling in like magic. “Presents?” he whispered, almost reverent. Then louder, with certainty: “I want to meet him.” Kat laughed, pulling him into her lap. “Don’t worry, Koda. You will. Christmas is coming.”

she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?” “Of course.” He replies.I shifted my gaze to the tv and, I could see Jake. He was being interviewed about the death of Miss Anna .“... I don’t know, but to me, this year’s Christmas will be feeling a lot like the long halloween.”Jake said, with a smirk on his face.I turned around to leave, unable to make sense of everything.“What do these three meant by ‘The Long Halloween’?” I muttered under my breath.TBC

I made both Knox and I a cup before settling on a stool next to Olivia. "Merry Christmas." She chirped grinning widely at me and her brother. Out of all of us she looked the most excited to be up this early. "Merry Christmas." I smiled back, her mood a little contagious. "Where's my 'Merry Christmas'?" Jackson asked from the other side of me. With one hand I reached over and smacked the back of his head. "That's not Christmas-y at all. Mom! Aubrey smacked me." "You probably deserved it." She said not even turning around. I stuck my tongue out childishly.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

“Almost.” They had decided to go out together. Just the two of them. The babysitter was already with baby Melody. They could have ordered everything online they needed for tomorrow, but Snowbrook during Christmas was different. People preferred to shop by themselves, visit friends and the shop owners are usually very generous as they handed customers gifts. They needed groceries for Christmas. Last-minute things. And honestly, Cynthia just wanted to spend some time alone with her man. She missed being outside. When they stepped outside, the cold bit into her cheeks. She laughed. “Okay, I forgot how cold this is.”

but not here. Richard listens to all this, his face intent, but he chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Yes, and last Christmas was no picnic either, was it? You three hunted by Klempner´s men and, well, getting my offices attacked and set on fire wasn´t exactly my first choice from Santa." He gives her a long look. "I imagine that Christmas when you were a child, in the Blessingmoors Home, was nothing to celebrate either?"

“You should have gone for the vacation though. Christmas is always fun, with or without you.“ Rita replied as they all joined in decorating the trees. Xavier was in charge of fixing the string lights around the house as Rita baked cookies for them all. *** Mr. Anderson had called all of the kids, including Xavier for their Christmas presents. Isabella was the first to receive hers—a pink dress and a matching bow with a large teddy bear almost twice her size. She screamed aloud in excitement as she tore her package open. Bryan was the next. Xavier marveled at the spotless puppy he took out from his gift box. He thanked his father as the pup wiggled its tail at Xavier, who admired its cuteness