Christmas Booktok Books Novels & Stories

Rita urged, sliding a medium-sized box toward James. James tore into it, revealing a model rocket set. His eyes went wide. “Yes! Captain Meteor’s ship!” “Thought you’d like that,” Rita said with a smile. Next was Christiana's gift—a stack of adventure books. "You're old enough for these now," she said to him. "I'm going to read all of them tonight," James bragged. Luke laughed. "Not unless you're going to sleep through the middle of page one." It was later, after cake had been eaten and presents opened, that the night took its sudden turn.

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I look down at her peaceful face and I decide I like her a lot better with her mouth shut. Yanking myself back to the present, I realize that the only option available to me is parked seven cars across, the key sitting in my soiled breast pocket. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

On Christmas Eve, my mother sent a long gift list to our family group chat. It had everything from sports cars to diamond necklaces. I was full of anticipation, but when the gifts were finally handed out, I realized the sports car was for my brother, Luca. The rest—the diamonds, the Hermès bags—were all for Mia. Mia was our family’s adopted daughter. Her father used to work for my Papa and took a bullet for him. Because of that, the Sterling family had raised Mia as their own flesh and blood for ten years. Not a single gift was for me. When I asked my mother about it, she stated the obvious: "Julian is your fiancé. He’ll have something prepared for you." "Mia is so pitiful for losing her fat

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Plus I got to add little ribbons and strings and decorations to make it fancier, to give it more character. Altogether, the bookstore's atmosphere was on point with peak Christmastime. It was officially only two weeks until Christmas. Outside and around town, people were hustling and bustling to get gifts and make plans with family, but they were also just enjoying the snow and the community activities. Between customer gifts, I got to create little gift baskets that could be purchased. I put together books and games and coffee mugs and cute miscellaneous items. I had a lot of fun doing it. I had hit a busy streak for a while. Then I thought it was going to calm down, but right before luncht

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.

Hello my fabulous readers. I hope you are all having an amazing holiday. I want to thank you for sticking with me and my book. I will be breaking for Christmas and I will resume with new chapters on the 27th. May you all have an amazing Christmas and an even better New year's 🎄🎄🎄🥳🥳🥳❣️❣️.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

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.