Christmas Film Express Novels & Stories

Was it ridiculous for her to start thinking she might actually be a part of their family someday? Sending a text back to him thanking him for the pictures, wishing him the best time ever, and reminding him not to run with scissors, she set her phone aside and tried to concentrate on the movie. It was the story of a woman trying to check everything off of her Christmas to-do list before Christmas Eve. A handsome stranger appears and soon he begins to help her celebrate the most magical Christmas she’s ever had. Could that be Melody? Would this Christmas with Reid and Michael be so special she would no longer celebrate Christmas transfixed on her loss and memories from the past?

“If it makes you happy, we'll have hamburgers.” Aunt Georgia winked at Nicholas. “It does.” Uncle Chris shook his head with a soft smile and then picked up his jacket. He searched his pocket for his keys, and headed out to get hamburgers for the three of them. Aunt Georgia watched him go with a smile before turning to Nicholas.”Well, want to watch some Christmas movies while we wait?” “I was actually hoping we might be able to make some Buche de Noel?” Nicholas asked hopefully. His mouth watered at the thought.

I had made it. ‎People rushed past me—families reuniting, couples holding hands, businessmen barking into phones—but I stood frozen near the curb, a small island in a chaotic sea of coats and scarves. A giant Christmas tree glittered near the taxi stand, its lights blurring as my eyes stung. ‎ ‎*Don’t cry, Ariana. You promised Mom you wouldn’t cry.* ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of jet fuel and roasted chestnuts, letting the memory of the goodbye at the terminal back home wash over me.

He was on the bed and had his body covered halfway by the duvet. “A horror film,” He replied smoothly. “Tomorrow’s Christmas, aren’t you supposed to be watching a Christmas movie or something?” I scoffed playfully. “In my case, I’m almost tired of Christmas movies. I get bored of things faster than most people.” He patted the space next to him. “Come on. When you’re done, join me. This movie is a killer!” He sounded excited. I was actually looking forward to jumping in bed with him and cuddling in his arms as we watched people killing each other on a TV screen. It seemed like a great way to spend a few more hours before Christmas.

As I scrolled, it felt like my heart was splintering. Almost every post featured gifts from Finnick, including limited-edition bags, rare jewelry, and even keys to luxury cars, each one paired with captions filled with happiness and pride. Finnick's business had grown significantly, but I had grown up around it and knew exactly how hard it was to make money. I only bought luxury items occasionally, just enough to keep up appearances, and I had never been willing to spend large amounts of cash just to pile up things like that. Finnick, on the other hand, had always told me, in that calm, reasonable tone of his, that love wasn't measured by money and didn't need to be proven with material thin