Capital Lights Favorite Christmas Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I would never." "I know. She knows too." Derek pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "She made me promise to make you happy. Said if I don't, she's taking your side." "She said that to me too. Best friend code." "So I'm outnumbered." "Completely." We sat in comfortable silence for a while. The heater hummed. Outside, snow started falling again, visible through the workshop window. "What happens after Christmas?" I asked. "When I go back home?"

“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.

The city skyline twinkled with leftover holiday lights, snow dusting the railing like powdered sugar, but the real view was Astrella, curled up beside me in nothing but my oversized flannel shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease those perfect tits, legs bare and crossed, her laptop balanced on her thighs. She'd insisted on this 'morning read-aloud' after pounding out that filthy story last night, her eyes gleaming with that wicked writer’s spark. "Dax, baby," she'd purred, handing me the printed pages, still warm from the printer, edges crisp. "Now, read my latest. Out loud. Every dirty word. It's inspired by us... kinda." I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

“A friend of mine has agreed that we can stay with him for the next few weeks.” “Really?” her eyes lightened with excitement. “Do we get to spend Christmas with him?” “Uh, no. Not really.” I shook my head. “Why not?” she scowled. “Uh, here's the thing sweetheart: we are just going to stay with him for a few weeks like I said.” I explained, framing her face with my hands, while looking into her eyes. “But I need you to listen to me. Don't call him dad, I know how much you love drawing, but no decorations sweetheart, and don't touch his office.”

Ivana snapped back almost instantly, "I've got no time for this. I'm helping Charles look for Bubbles. If Bubbles is truly lost, Charles will be heartbroken." In the next moment, she added, "Besides, Christmas is tomorrow. You're in such a hurry for me to come over because you're jealous, aren't you?" I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down soundlessly. After ten years of marriage, I finally understood that to Ivana, Noelle and I weren't even worth as much as Charles' dog. I took a deep breath and said icily, "Ivana, it was supposed to be your turn to stay with Noelle tonight. If you hadn't left, Noelle might not have…"

Make me another version of his perfect son. “I don’t want to go to Hawthorne,” I said, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. “I’ve built something real at Westfield. The team relies on me. I’m their captain.” Carlos laughed too, but his was laced with anger and disbelief. “You have to go. Unless I cut your tuition support completely.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a trust fund.” Carlos leaned forward, a smug smile creeping onto his face. “A trust fund that is controlled by your mother—who supports my decision about Hawthorne. Right, dear?”

Third Person's POV As they neared the capital, Adelaide murmured, "Sidney told me Madison and Germain are in cahoots. Germain's been recruiting many werewolf warriors in Fairfax County, funded by Madison and Maya." "Never expected that," Lance frowned. Who would have thought that someone who seemed incompetent and couldn't manage his own household would harbor such grand ambitions? By the time they returned to the capital, it was already on Christmas' Eve. The streets were brimming with festive cheer, every household adorned with decorations and fireworks, celebrating the holiday season.

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And, I also didn’t want anything to stop that. Thus, I said the next words that came my head. “Deal, Luca,” said me, shaking his hands. ---------------------------------------------------- A/n Merry Christmas guys!! I'll so much love to hear your lovely stories on how you enjoyed your Christmas… Just write it all it the comment section. I don’t care if it’s so long, you know. Thanks, once again, for your valuable coins!!!