Christmas Classics Novels & Stories

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

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

"Even knowing what it'll cost?" "Even then." She kissed him softly. "Now, when do we tell him?" Nelson pulled out his calendar. "Thomas Garrett's corruption expose happens Tuesday. That'll already be chaos. We can't add our relationship to that fire. After Christmas, maybe? After the holiday tension passes?" "That's three weeks of hiding. Three weeks of lying to my father's face at family dinners." "I know. But if we tell him now, during the holidays, it ruins Christmas for everyone. And with the Garrett situation exploding—" Nelson stopped. "The timing is terrible no matter when we do it."

A tiny artificial tree glowed softly in a corner of the living room, lights blinking lazily. Perry was babbling too fast about a Christmas movie marathon he wanted to throw. Bryan interrupted him to make the case for what counts as a “real” Christmas movie. Tyler corrected them both without looking up. Peter listened. No, not passively. Not politely. Actively. Wait,” he said at one point, raising his finger. “Go back. You’re omitting the part where everything broke down.” Perry’s eyes lit up. He backtracked eagerly.

I was thinking my parents would never renovate the family duplex but they did a good job in it - who knew if it was because it was Christmas and I would be coming over with a guest? The jingle bells and Christmas carols could be heard from the house and the streets were beautifully decorated. I could already smell Christmas even though it was still on its way. “Is there anything I need to know about you or whatever before we go in?” His anxious voice of questioning broke my train of thought as I faced him. “Nothing much. I think we are going to do better.” I said abruptly because I knew I wasn't in the mood to start talking about our likes and dislikes. It would take time.

I dozed off during the car ride back to my mom's house. When I opened my eyes, I noticed we were in the middle of the forest. The sight was beautiful. The trees were covered in snow and there were houses neatly placed along the road. The sun had started to go down and the streetlights came on as well as the Christmas lights on the houses. Everything looked like a winter wonderland. I was in awe, it was such a beautiful sight. Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. And it's places like this that decorate and go all out is one of the reasons why.

he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck. I waved back and managed a smile. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones. You’re here bright and early!" “Oh, yes!” he chuckled as I parked and stepped out of my car. “Gotta get ready to buy gifts for the kids. Almost the big day, you know.” “Right,” I said, forcing some cheer into my voice. “That’s nice. I’m sure they’re excited.” And they probably were most people were. Christmas had a way of lifting spirits, of wrapping people in warmth and nostalgia. Not for me, though. Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget.