Christmas Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Snow's falling. I sit quietly on my bed. It's early; there is no sound outside. There's no sound inside. Why there's no sound outside? Oh, right, it's Christmas. I sit up in bed. Has my mom bought me something? I can't remember the last time I ran down the stairs to the big tree. I grab my robe and run downstairs. I feel like a little girl again when I see a couple of presents under the tree. I sit beside the tree and start to unwrap my gifts. I have new clothes, new books, - vampire drama- that's not that fantastical and unreal anymore- shoes, among other things. My mom really knows me well. My smile goes from ear to ear.

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Fourth year. Now the fifth. The last one. Still not me. By then, I'd basically turned into Nowevik's favorite gossip story. Fine. Whatever. I didn't want to be a Fabian anymore anyway. [Bernard, come get me early. The Christmas Eve dinner in Nowevik... yeah, I never got used to them.]

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

I want the man who should be off-limits to be the one who ruins me—slowly, deeply, completely. They say Christmas wishes are supposed to be innocent. But mine isn’t. Mine is needy. Mine is sinful. Mine is the kind of wish I whisper only in the dark. So Santa…if you’re listening…if Christmas magic is real… All I want for Christmas is him. His touch. His mouth. His body tangled with mine. His desire unleashed on me. Give me him, just for one night…or forever, as a Christmas present, if you’re feeling generous. This is my secret wish. My confession. My forbidden fantasy. My Christmas sin.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

Inside, there was a delicate platinum necklace with five tiny charms, each one was a different Christmas symbol and in the center, a perfect, glistening pearl. There was also a note in a handwriting I didn’t recognize Five secrets. One truth. You were always the real gift. I touched the pearl, it was still warm, and I smiled through the tears. This was definitely the best fucking Christmas of my life.

Dane circled the table and I giggled, ducking out of his reach and spinning around his back before shooting for Xavier again. I managed to read the paper in that time, stopping as my heart melted. List of Rosie. Classic books - including extentions and continuations Dracula, Brothers Grimm, Frankenstein, Alice series. Glass case for her originals. Cooking books - Bug Xav. Fairytales and romance novels - ask Mums - maybe Theo. Expand for sunroom for Rosie and kids.

Most of Nina's books in Maria's collection were general fiction, full of suspense, desire, longing, crimes, and thrilling scenes. There was no happily ever after, I just realized that after Nina made that statement that she no longer believes in happily ever after. But that was the reality of the world we live in. Not every one of my stories will end up on happy notes, some will end up on bad and sad notes. Most of Nina's book ends up on sad notes and sometimes they are neutral. I could remember one of her books which I exchanged with Maria. It was a romantic fiction of a younger man who was in love and lusted after a woman 8 years older than him. Their relationship wasn't defined and he was