Christmas Bear Book Novels & Stories

Eve chuckled, "Alright, one more. How about the tale of the adventurous teddy bear?" Lucas, standing in the doorway, raised an eyebrow, "Adventurous teddy bear?" Eve nodded, improvising, "Yes, the teddy bear who explored the world, climbed mountains, and had thrilling teddy bear adventures." Kai's eyes widened with excitement, "Wow, Mommy! Teddy bears can do that?" Eve winked, "Absolutely. And your teddy bear can join in the adventures too." Lucas joined them on the bed, "Looks like our teddy bear is in for some excitement."

She waved her hand then stood and took a few steps away from me and Ember. I watched in confusion as she walked away when suddenly sharp claws entangled the hair on the top of my head. I looked up to see two bright yellow orbs looking down at me. “Owl?” I whisper and received a hoot in response. Then Something big and heavy nudged me in the back. I turn and see my bear flopping down against my back, laying her head on my shoulder. My fox leaped over Ember and into my lap. My small mouse curled up into my hands.

“You had fun.” “I hate that you’re right.” “Mmhm.” The rest of the day turns into a blur of games, terrible carnival food, and Greg spending an unreasonable amount of money trying to win me an oversized stuffed bear. “You know you can just buy one, right?” I ask. “That’s quitter talk.” Twenty minutes later, he finally wins after aggressively dominating a basketball game booth. Greg hands me the ridiculously giant bear proudly. “There. Victory.” I stare at the thing. “This is bigger than me.”

she said to him. He looked at the bear on the cover. Then he looked at her. Then he reached out and took the book. "Good bear," he said. My mother looked at me. Her eyes were wet. I did not look away. "Yes," I said. "Good bear."

I can’t believe I’m protecting a fuckin werebear from a six-year-old kid right now. When we hear the packhouse door close, Clash focuses all his attention on Andy. The boy is still snarling and snapping, waiting for his chance to get to the bear. Clash glances to the side and sees Maskwa moving side to side making a popping sound with his jaw. “What’s he doin’?” I whisper at Clash. “That’s what bears do when they’re nervous.” Clash says, still focused on Andy. “They can’t whine like a wolf does.”

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

It's to give things to a wolf, if that wolf is still alive. After the birdman said "thank you", he stopped talking. The young bear immediately felt a little uninterested, so he decided to choose a clean place under the cliff to wait. The old bear rubbed his face and sighed, he had to sit next to the young bear... There was no other way, although they are bears, there are some instincts that may not obey, but in their bones there is still the desire to crawl and sleep in winter.

They ran to their room and came back with the book about the bear who builds a rocket. We read it together on the couch. I had read the same book so many times I could almost say the words without looking at the pages. Halfway through the story my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I ignored it. My child was watching the pictures closely while I read. When we finished, they leaned against my shoulder. “Mama?” “Yes?” “Do you think bears could really go to space?” “Probably not.” “Why?” “They would need a lot of training.”

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

By the time they were finished, they had collected a chemistry set, a Teddy Bear, an old-fashioned set of Jacks, pick-up sticks, a sled, a Trouble game, and a few other things. "Would you like anything else?" Mr. Cummings asked, smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Speaking of which-. "Yes. Do you have the book Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?" Taren asked. "Sure do." Mr. Cummings moved from behind the counter and approached a shelf filled with books. "It's in here somewhere-." He browsed through the books and then he jumped in surprise. "Ah ha! Here it is!" He pulled a book off the shelf and then headed back behind the counter. "Your daughter will really like this when y