Novel & Cerita Christmas Fiction Books

"More? You've already done so much." Callum smiled, reaching for yet another package—this one larger, rectangular, wrapped in gold paper. "This one's from a tradition in our family," he said, nodding to Oscar. "Our parents always gave us each a book on Christmas Eve, to read before bed." The package was heavy in my hands, and I opened it carefully to reveal a beautifully bound volume—a collection of winter tales from across our kingdom, illustrated with intricate drawings that seemed to shimmer on the page. "We thought we could read it together tonight," Oscar explained. "Start our own tradition of stories by the fire."

He said it lightly, but I heard the loneliness underneath. And I felt like the worst person alive. Because I had Sophie. I had a daughter who loved me, who wanted to spend Christmas with me, who trusted me completely. And I was fantasizing about her best friend. When I got back to the estate in the late afternoon, the women still weren't home. I went back to the workshop and kept working. The bookshelf was almost done. Just needed one more coat of finish and it would be perfect. Sophie would love it. I knew she would. She'd cry probably, the way she always did when I made her something.

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

"It is beautiful indeed. It's like a book lover's paradise. I can just imagine the perfect day spent here! Just laying in that bed with a book in one hand and a hot chocolate on the other, staring outside at the waves beating against the shore." "I built it for you, Fifi. You know I am not much of a reader." At a loss over what to say, Faith rubbed her arms and stared to explore the shelves marvelling at the sheer genres of books that he had collected. But she noticed the basic theme seemed to be the same among them all... Romance. As she explored the many books, seeming to forget even Adi's existence, he stood behind her close and spoke slowly," Come and have some hot chocolate. I have alre

Thank you all once again, I'll try my very best to give you my dear readers exciting and thrilling stories to read in my other books. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Happy New month and a Happy Merry Christmas in advance 🥰🥰

WARNING The following chapter contains several topics that may be triggers to some readers. This chapter contains acts of physical and sexual violence. It deals with other topics that may be triggers as well for some readers. Please read with caution. Christmas turned out decent. I was able to keep the fake smile on and the pretend façade going. Jax seemed happy that I was more docile. In truth I just wanted the children to have a decent holiday season. Money had been tight, and I felt bad that the children did not have a ton of gifts to open on Christmas morning. Surprisingly, they were all excited for the gifts that they did receive. Jax gave everyone the best gift of all though with Daisy

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

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."

It had simply grown, the way things grow when you leave enough room. "What's the intention?" Theo asked. Jamie turned to me, her expression fierce and warm at the same time. "That Christmas is happening in this house. Regardless of elder councils or winter gatherings or whatever the wolf world has planned for the twenty-fourth." She fixed me with a look that brooked no argument. "Christmas. Is. Happening." I stared at the tree. At the library corner with its lamp and its worn armchair and the bookshelves holding a century of Hawthorne history. At my mother's photograph on the windowsill, still watching over all of it.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.