Christmas Bear Book Novels & Stories

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

“Tell me what’s going on or I’ll tell Megan that you ruined that last batch of cookies.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would. Now, spill.” Currently, the two women stood in Jubilee and Heath’s room in the cabin while the rest of the family were either downstairs or outside. It was Christmas Day, and they’d just opened presents, which had mostly entailed watching James and the babies rip open packages with glee. Bea and Bennett had ripped open their gifts with a bloodlust that would’ve been frightening if it hadn’t been so cute. Evie was too little to do much other than pull on the ribbons as her parents helped her unwrap her gifts.

Rhodes slowly turns to me. "Shall we?" "One last question" I hold up a finger and walk over to his neatly made bed and pick up the soft brown bear sitting neatly on top. "Who's this little guy?" I ask him grinning widely. It warms my heart that Rhodes had a little bear friend through his childhood. He hasn't always been harsh and tough, he's had a soft side since he was a kid, and this bear could have represented a lot of it. I'm desperate to know more.

They were our miracles and nothing would be able to overcome that moment. The routine at home was very hectic on the first day. Ricardo and Andrew took turns taking care of the babies, helped by the nannies and my mother―in―law. Alice and I were exhausted but fulfilled. On Christmas Eve, my father―in―law gave a speech. We were all around the table. Andrew held Renatinha in his lap and Ricardo held Benjamin. My eyes overflowed with emotion when I heard the words of Dr. Carlos Marcondes.

Goldilocks said, “I suppose I could have waited outside your door.” “We were coming right home,” said Mama Bear. "We might have invited you in if we knew you were hungry." "Awwwwnnn" Casey and Alex said in surprise “I’m sorry about the chair,” said Goldilocks. “I guess you saw it broke.” "Yep," said Mama Bear with a frown. “I’m good at fixing things,” said Goldilocks, “If you have glue.” “Of course we have glue!” said Papa Bear. “What kind of bears do you think we are?”

Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup. Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.

she whispered. I walked slowly toward the bed. The bear was exactly as I remembered it—a gift from Mrs. Chen, our neighbor, something Elena had placed in the kitchen to practice for when the baby arrived. It shouldn't be here. It couldn't be here. Unless someone had taken it from our house. Someone who had been inside our home while we lived there. Someone who knew exactly what would terrify us most. I picked up the bear. Underneath was a note, just two words in careful handwriting:

Instead, he padded towards me with his typical slow and deliberate movements. As it drew closer, I saw that the bear was holding something in its maw. It dropped the object at my feet and I saw that it was a small, leather-bound book. The bear looked upwards at me, its eyes seeming to bore into my soul. And then, in a motion so almost human, it nodded its head. I stared at it in amazement, really not sure what my next move was. But then I looked down at the book, and with an eruption of clarity inside of me, this feeling suddenly made much sense.

I hadn't even finished a whole row yet. Some stuff is repeated but this book is by far my favorite. It's solely about bear shifters. Bear shifters are the most loyal type of shifter. They would lay down their lives for the ones they are to protect without a single thought. Thats terrifying. I don't want Dom to die because I might. Even though he would probably fight me on it.