Chirstmas Story Novels & Stories

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“What are you going to do anyway? Did Hunter mess up again.” "Anyway, just do what I say. I have to go." Snow fell from the sky among the sparkling lights of different colors and the eruption of various kinds of fireworks. It's Christmas. Everyone is happy celebrating Christmas and is waiting for morning to come to open the gifts that have been placed under the Christmas tree.

“I really don’t want to lose my head.” “Yeah,” the second lady agreed. “But it would have been very nice if we celebrated Christmas this year.” “Hmmm. You know that is not possible, right?” “Nothing is impossible,” she said again. “Who knows? Santa might visit this year and decide to heal the Alpha’s wounded heart, and he would let us celebrate Christmas this year.” The other ladies told her to stop dreaming, as it would never come true. “Bad kid,” the new lady said, her voice carrying a pitying undertone. “His mother died on Christmas Eve, so it is understandable that he hates Christmas and everything that comes with it. Celebrating Christmas or not doesn’t make him less of a kind Alpha.”

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

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The Christmas Eve I decided to move to Chicago for Nico Ricci, my father cut off all my credit cards. "He's just a street thug! Betray the family for him, and you'll never take over the business!" I left anyway. Didn't look back. In six years, Nico climbed from the bottom of the mob to a Capo. He built a home for us with those hands—hands that had held guns and spilled blood. Christmas Eve. I stared at the buttercream cake I'd made, waiting for Nico to find the engagement ring I'd hidden inside. Then my phone rang. His guy was stammering—Nico got into a massive bar fight, head covered in blood, might need a hospital. I rushed over through the freezing snow. But at the end of the hospital hal

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

Her beautiful brown hair complemented her shiny brow skin. "My name is Christabel Daniels, you look very pretty. I love your hair." "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I said to her. She giggled. "You look more beautiful when you smile." " Aww, thank you. What happened with you and Sarah?" Christalbel said. "She was just being a bitch. Is she always like that?" Christabel chuckled and said, " did you by any chance talk to her boyfriend or something? She can be really jealous when it comes to him." Lol, because of ordinary boy. Wonders shall never end. The boy isn't even my type.