Novel & Cerita Christmas Bear Book

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

That's when I noticed she didn't have a book, she was telling him a story as she looked off, like she was watching the story unravel in her mind as she spoke out loud. "Once the bear was caught in a net. He thrashed about this way and that until he was exhausted. Then he fell asleep. While he slept a host of little mice began playing all over his great body. Their tiny feet tickled him and he woke with a start. The mice scampered off, all but one that the bear caught under his paw. "Tweek! Tweek!" the frightened little mouse cried. "Let me go! Let me go! Please let me go! If you do I'll reward you some day! I will!"

Christian added. “Me neither.” I looked at Siena and smiled as she tried to release herself from Christian’s grip. “It looks like you’re not her favorite anymore.” I joked while Christian gave her what she wanted and placed her on the floor. He pulled out a bear. “Do you recognize this?” He asked. I looked at the pink teddy bear and gave him a nod. “Of course I do. You got it the day she was born.” “I did.” Christian chuckled. He placed Siena on knees while he put a distance between her and the bear. “Look what she can do.”

” I asked, making sure to remain bigger and more in control than the she-Bear, even though a part of me still wanted to avert my eyes when I looked at her. Things were getting more and more interesting. Or fucked. The Bear wagged her tail, and her ass went up in the air before she darted farther into the trees. I quickly shifted and caught her scent. She smelled like the forest after a storm, crisp and alluring. With a forced shake, I pushed away the building attraction and continued our chase. Elena’s Bear was faster than I’d expected for her first shift. She was agile and strong, which allowed for her to jump over fallen trees and a creek that I would have expected a new wolf to be afraid

At myself, at my bear, at the world for being so cruel. I just want it to end. If it were up to me, I'd let them do what they've come to do, but all my bear wants to do is fight. With a growl, I try to pull him as hard as I can, grabbing and pulling down as I try to force my way up. It's no use. He has become too strong. I sink back inside myself with a sigh as he growls at my brother. “We tried.” Cristian says as he lets his polar bear approach. My filthy bear watches with adrenaline coursing through his veins as Cristian explodes into a roaring white polar bear.

Weaving through a few trees and dropping Xavier's towel at the front door, I ran back around, hearing Theo's growling. I yelped as a set of teeth grabbed my scruff, lifting me easily off the ground. Caught. Dane said proudly. I curled into a ball as Xavier and Theo sat down around us. I giggled. I submit! Oh, terrifying Triad! They chuckled at me as Dane placed me on the ground gently. Xavier nudged me with his large nose, an enormous brown bear with his eyes staring down at me. I nuzzled him with my small nose. He gave a huffed noise of love, licking me. You're a very beautiful little fox.

My closet filled with tons of sweaters and baggy jeans. All of this makes me want to cry again. “You grew up here, didn't ya?” He mutters, as if to himself. “Yeah.” I nod, following his eyes as they take in every single detail of my room. He's staring at my bed now, well not really my bed. He's staring at my stuffies. There are three, Mr. Bean, Cherry, and Loli-girl. Mr. Bean’s a stuffed bear, Cherry's a unicorn, and Loli-girl is a blonde crochet doll. Why am I embarrassed that Jaxon's looking at them? I feel like a greasy, dumb kid again.

“We’re just keeping her safe.” Jenni smirks, clearly delighted to challenge him. “Oh, of course. Just keeping her ‘safe’ with the subtlety of a three-man SWAT team.” Demitri’s lips twitch as if he’s fighting back a grin, and Lucas chuckles. “She might have a point there.” Before Demitri can respond, Jenni’s already diving into the pile of gifts, picking up a ridiculously over-the-top stuffed bear and holding it up. “Look at this! Who even sends a bear this big?”

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.