Christmas Classics Novels & Stories

"The house smells like cinnamon and pine, the maids have laid out the most incredible brunch, and I’m pretty sure Dad actually bought us real presents this year instead of just stock options." Ariana sat up, pushing her tangled hair back. The memory of the night before—the desk, the leather couch, the feeling of Mateo filling her—was so vivid it felt like it was tattooed on her skin. She looked at Cami, her best friend, and felt a sharp, jagged pang of guilt. "Merry Christmas, Cami," Ariana said, her voice slightly raspy. "How’s the ankle? Dad said you really did a number on it last night." Cami leaned over, inspecting Ariana’s foot.

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

Beautiful things don’t just level up. They come home for the holidays.

Marcus then planted a kiss on her forehead, which made her smile. "Merry Christmas, my love." On the other hand, Nate and Crystal looked at the night sky, "This is the most wonderful Christmas I've ever had, Nate. Thank you." Nate smiled and cupped his hands on her cheeks. "I love you.: "I love you too." Later that night, Felix and Marianne stood together, staring at the peaceful night sky. The cold landscape surrounding the mansion seemed to silence, as if nature recognized their family's beauty. "Thank you for everything, Felix," Marianne said softly, her eyes reflecting the dazzling beauty of the Christmas lights.

Roth has heard a lot of jokes like this from him over the years, enough to be entertained instead of being insulted. Do you want me to remind you of how finding a mate works, V? Or should I just give you a mental recording with the right amount of sarcasm? "Well, bah humbug to you too, Roth. I just can't believe this is the 32nd Christmas that we won't be having anyone celebrating the holidays. I was hoping you've already made up your mind by now." When I find her scent, you will be the first to know. Meanwhile, it's bah humbug to you too, Vince. So, are you going to continue working as you usually do, or go home and rest, which I know you dislike at this time of year?

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

There would soon be presents and cookies. There was every reason to be happy and content. But, all she could think about was Nathan. So, she sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank rum. It was her annual place to sit on Christmas Eve. Holly and Mark had already watched the old Claymation version of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Now they would exchange books as was their tradition.

Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you . “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells