Christmas Bratayley Novels & Stories

Christmas had ceased to be special for Leesa a long time ago. She had a few faint memories of joyous mornings and big, beautifully decorated trees from when she was very young, but once her father left all of that ended. Bradley tried to keep the day special for her, but he was just a kid himself, and there wasn’t much he could do. He usually managed to find a small, scraggly “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree they could hang a few decorations on and always provided one small present for Leesa, but that was about it. Not the stuff memories were made of, not by a long shot.

Only on New Year's Eve, she had to beg to break her tongue so that Chris would return to the palace to celebrate New Year's Eve with the Lewis family. As for Brawen, she broke up with Owen a long time ago, so she didn't have a home to return to. Like every year before, on Christmas, Brawen will pretend to be Santa Claus to give presents to her late brother's grandchildren, but this year she completely cuts off all those relationships, basically she doesn't want to. my deceased family had nothing to do with this world.

Riley looks past me and checks out the clock but he only smiles when he sees the time not bothered in the slightest as he turns his attention back to the little girl in his lap. “So it's Christmas day and your birthday?” He asks her causing her to nod as her little body bounces with excitement. "Oh, well in that case Mommy, do you think we should go and see if Santa has been? Maybe we may even find some birthday presents." Riley asks me while looking at Nina and loving her reaction. "Yes, peas!" She shouts.

The static electricity in the air could be felt miles away. “YA dumal, ty skazal, chto on vydal svoyu doch'.” I thought you said he gave away his daughter. The man growls at the person beside him. I gasp when I take a good look at the man and the Eagle tattoo peeking out the top of his shirt. This tattoo was the mark of the bratva. The bratva was in my house. Under my roof. And they had killed my father. I had seen their faces.

Loriany can spend Christmas with her husband and son, although she is the head of the pediatric department and therefore my boss, she is a great friend, and on her days off I cover for her. It was in Atlanta that I would be right now if I hadn't been convinced by Allan to come and see his house and go to that party yesterday, when he heard the word party, Bryan quickly got excited to come along, he said that there was nothing like a party and a lot of women to start a new year well, and since Charles didn't want to go to his family's house in Nashville, he came with us too.

He was standing there in a plain sweater and jacket with his hands in his pockets and an open yet guarded look on his face. “Merry Christmas,” he said. She smiled. “Merry Christmas.” Neither of them moved for a moment. Then Bryan cleared his throat from the living room, very loudly. “We’ll be on the second floor, Perry called. “Not listening.” “Uh uh, not listening!” Bryan echoed. Tyler’s voice followed, quieter.“Have fun.” Peter chuckled under his breath. “Your children are terrifying.”

Brayleigh nodded slowly. "Jesus. That's a lot of children. Christmas must be busy!" Brayleigh exclaims. Lila and I laughed at her and I shrugged. "Christmas time is always good. We usually trek South to the falls where most of our family lives. We have a lot of cousins, aunties and uncles and it's always one big celebration," I told her. She gaped at me. "The falls? That's where my family comes from! Maybe they know each other," Brayleigh grinned excitedly. My beast yipped. She hoped that Brayleigh's family knew mine. It would be coincidental that we had met.

“You should have gone for the vacation though. Christmas is always fun, with or without you.“ Rita replied as they all joined in decorating the trees. Xavier was in charge of fixing the string lights around the house as Rita baked cookies for them all. *** Mr. Anderson had called all of the kids, including Xavier for their Christmas presents. Isabella was the first to receive hers—a pink dress and a matching bow with a large teddy bear almost twice her size. She screamed aloud in excitement as she tore her package open. Bryan was the next. Xavier marveled at the spotless puppy he took out from his gift box. He thanked his father as the pup wiggled its tail at Xavier, who admired its cuteness

I’d done everything I could to learn who I was without Wyatt. “If you’re sure you don’t mind doing that for my benefit,” I said. “I would really appreciate having you close by tonight. I’m terrified of Wyatt, but I don’t think he would stand a chance against you.” Bratt’s smile was bright and radiant before he touched his forehead to mine. “That’s right, Marley,” he said. “I’d tear him apart if he so much as tried to touch you.” Despite the violent sentiment, despite the fact that I’d just spent who knew how long crying and quivering, I found myself smiling back at him. For some reason, Bratt always managed to make me laugh or smile, even when it felt impossible.

Dad replied with a grin. "We better go then!" I was suddenly in a hurry. We gathered the presents into three big bags and made the short walk to Layla's house. I knock on the door and it opened immediately. Layla rushed into my arms and I almost dropped the bag I was carrying. "Merry Christmas!" she said as she kissed me. She let me go and went to hug Peter and Dad as I walked in. I put the presents by the tree and greeted Bear and Hart. "Where's Eve and Leo?" I asked after hugging them both.