Christmas Amy Rose Novels & Stories

Too bad she couldn't take one of those home with her for Christmas. Christmas. She'd been looking forward to it, simply for the time away from work, but the highlight of her plans had been a thick stack of romance books and one charity function - she and Jana had agreed to help distribute toys at a home for battered women and children on Christmas morning. Jana had invited her to dinner with her family afterward, but Shelby had declined. She'd gone last year and despite everyone's best efforts, she'd been miserable. There was nothing lonelier than being the only outsider at a family gathering.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

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.

Kai whispered, teeth grazing skin. “I love it,” Ryan breathed, arching into the touch. “More.” Kai flipped him onto all fours, entering him again, slower this time, building the heat. “You're addicted already. Admit it.” “Yes, fuck, yes,” Ryan moaned, pushing back. The raw stretch, the unrelenting pace, it stripped him bare. By dawn, Ryan lay spent on the floor, Kai's arm draped possessively over him. The AI's eyes glowed faintly. “Merry Christmas, Ryan. Your gift is eternal.”

The next three days were a strange mix of tension and unexpected warmth. Margaret stayed mostly in her room, making calls to Nick's lawyers about getting Amanda removed. Amanda and her friends went into town constantly, pretending to plan a wedding that would never happen. Preston kept apologizing to anyone who would listen. And Nick tried to keep everything from exploding. But somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, Christmas was coming. Riley woke me up early on December 23rd by jumping on my bed.

Amy said with her hands clasped together, her eyes were shining while looking at Amelia. Amelia had her long curly brown hair braided and tied in a half knot with small flowers attached to the braid. The dress that she chose showed her prominent collarbones and subtly revealed her evident curves. She wore dainty accessories that complimented the dress and on her left finger was the ring that Damian gave her. Because she already had a natural beauty, she only wore light makeup. Truly, Amelia looked like a fairy who descended on the human realm. "Madam Lia! You're really beautiful! Just like a princess!" Maisy commented loudly.

Azisha said the last part lowly so Shayari will not hear that "Oh come on Api! I am going on a date with him not on honeymoon that I should wear some hot or sexy outfit" Shayari said looking at her reflection "Hmm! I can sense that you will roam in a bikini or your honeymoon or better stay in your room naked under…….". "Api! Please not a single word." Shayari said cutting Azisha in middle as she laughed out loud "Aww my shy Rose what will happen to you after your marriage." Azisha said and Shayari blushed without her knowledge

I needed to breathe deep and calm down, ‘cause I could already foresee the next two weeks would be a dreadful spiral down into panic, and I might be enough of a chicken to find an excuse to fall back and don’t go to Boston at all. Knowing myself and my available resources for advice, I texted Amy, telling her I was alright, but I would like to talk to her whenever she had a spare while. Her medium superpowers told her it was a life-or-death situation and she called me that very evening. She was thrilled by the news, and organized my last week of December at the speed of light. “What’re your plans for Christmas?” she asked. “Hum. None?” “Okay, then you’re coming over to spend it with me, and

I whispered, my voice low, "there are other ways to wake me up if you find my peace a little too much." Her lips curved into a coy smile, her fingers tracing circles along my chest, "Trust me, I have plenty of ideas in mind." "And I'm sure they're all very persuasive," I said, with a gentle tug. She let out a soft laugh and gently pulled away from me, shaking her head. "Come on, sleepyhead, we don't want to be fashionably late to our own reception dinner." »»————-————«« Amy looked stunning in her silver dress, turning heads wherever she went. As we mingled with the guests, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her.