Christmas Film Express Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I did. It’s a Christmas romance movie. I don’t think we have ever watched it before.” The movie is titled Christmas in Dallas. There is a cowboy and a woman dressed in a business looking suit on the screen. It’s probably one of those opposites attract kind of movies. I used to hate romance movies of any kind, but now that I have my dream girl I don’t mind watching romance movies anymore. "Looks good, let's watch it." I say, smiling. Adalina hits play and the three of us sit there just like that watching the movie. Spencer plays with her hair and I rub her feet, sneaking a hand up a little higher up her leg every so often just to tease her.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

“What are you doing?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just watching some Christmas movie about some girl who’s too dumb to realize her fiancé is a jerk and that she should really be with the handsome stranger she just bumped into a few days before Christmas.” “OMG! I think I’ve seen that one. Is it on the Hallmark Channel?” “Lucy, that’s the plot of every Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel. The only difference is that sometimes the lady is in marketing, sometimes she owns an antique store, and once or twice she was a teacher.”

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

Getting off the bus, I hear the rumble of what sounds like thunder and I look up at the sky, wondering if this will be another wet Christmas. As expected for Christmas Eve, the express store, which is smaller than the standard ones in the chain, is packed. I grab a basket and head towards the fresh produce aisle, to see if I can find fruits for the trifles Muna likes, the only dessert I know how to make. But if I’m to be honest, it isn’t Muna I’m looking forward to impressing this time.

I asked, my brow furrowing. “Since when?” “Oh, for the last five years! My boss and a few other community leaders host a twenty-five-day Christmas festival every December. It’s amazing—you’ll see the whole town decorated for the season. It starts tonight!” she gushed, her excitement practically bouncing off her. “I can’t wait to deck the streets with boughs of holly!” I gave her a polite nod, trying to process this new information. So much had changed since I left. No wonder the receptionist at the hotel said it was peak season.

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."

“This is the message." I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time 12:15- date 12/03/25. Everything was the opposite of how it was supposed to be. Above, was my number boldly written as the sender. “There has to be a mistake," I said, reaching out for my own phone.

He handed her one of the sodas immediately. “I already got the tickets. The movie starts in about fifteen minutes, so we can go in anytime.” She accepted the drink. “What movie are we seeing?” “Our favorite movie.” She raised a brow. “What do you mean, our favorite movie?” He chuckled sheepishly. “The Christmas one that just came out a few days ago. I overheard you talking about it with one of the nurses. You sounded very excited.” She smirked. “So you’ve been sneaking around now, Dr. Davy?”

He is just their employee and does not know much about them so he is keeping his opinion to himself. He helped them convey their suitcases to the booth and after JB and Susan has settled down, he drove off with the duo who kept looking back at their apartment, they can't believe they will be spending Christmas outside London and not having to spend time with each other for Christmas would be the worst Christmas experience ever for both of them.