Novel & Cerita Christmas Classics

Say You’re Mine All I Ask of You Make Me Yours Hold Me Close War of the Roses Petal Plucker He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Oopsie Daisy including Then Came You Taking a Chance on Love All I Want Is You My One and Only The Nearness of You The Very Thought of You If I Can’t Have You Dream a Little Dream of Me Someone to Watch Over Me Till There Was You I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Say You’re Mine All I Ask of You Make Me Yours Hold Me Close War of the Roses Petal Plucker He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Oopsie Daisy including Then Came You Taking a Chance on Love All I Want Is You My One and Only The Nearness of You The Very Thought of You If I Can’t Have You Dream a Little Dream of Me Someone to Watch Over Me Till There Was You I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Say You’re Mine All I Ask of You Make Me Yours Hold Me Close Oopsie Daisy He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Petal Plucker War of the Roses including Then Came You Taking a Chance on Love All I Want Is You My One and Only The Nearness of You The Very Thought of You If I Can’t Have You Dream a Little Dream of Me Someone to Watch Over Me Till There Was You I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Say You’re Mine All I Ask of You Make Me Yours Hold Me Close Oopsie Daisy He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Petal Plucker War of the Roses including Then Came You Taking a Chance on Love All I Want Is You My One and Only The Nearness of You The Very Thought of You If I Can’t Have You Dream a Little Dream of Me Someone to Watch Over Me Till There Was You I’ll Be Home for Christmas

My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back. “Just packing, and packing’s a nightmare for me,” I say, dodging Jess’s suspicious grin who have been my best friend since forever. She knows me too well. “You sure you’re up for this weird family Christmas marathon, or should we just ditch them?” I ask, definitely not feeling the vibe of this so called holiday. Jess flops onto the couch, kicking off her boots. “Free food, snow, and your mom’s wine stash? I’m in. Plus, I gotta see these stepbrothers.”

“Touch it and I swear I’ll push you out right now.” Turning his head slowly, the stupid grin on his face stretched. “I know you’d miss me.” “Oh God.” Just when I thought I’d finally enjoy some peace and quiet, he started humming some song from decades ago. It started as a hum, then graduated to actual words at full volume. Off-key too. “Baby you’re a firework—” “Noel.” “—come on show ‘em whaaaaat you’re worth—” “Shut. Up.” His grin widened and my heart sped up. “Make me.”

"Never say never. Who knows…" Gosh, she was truly hopeless! Not wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore, I ended the call. Later events proved I shouldn't have done that. At least then I could have prepared myself for what was to come. … After the Christmas break, Louis and I both returned to work. The first morning rush after the holidays always resulted in unusually congested traffic. To make matters worse, I seemed to get caught at every red light possible. The trip that usually took no more than half an hour ended up taking me almost 50 minutes.

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

Withdrawing my hands from his pants, I pushed his broad shoulders up with all my might. "C'mon! Lily! I am almost there," he groaned with frustration. But I ignored him, dashing out of the kitchen in a hurry. "F*ck Lily!" I heard him cuss out loud behind me. It was some minutes past 10pm now, but the city was still bustling, probably because it was Christmas. I could hear the sounds of several fireworks going off from a distance, people cheering loudly, and Christmas Carol hymns rolling out softly from speakers on the street.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.