Christmas Ghost Past Present Future Novels & Stories

I finally said it, and I see how immediately change the color of her face. “I…I don’t hate you,” She said without looking at me, “it’s just that, I’m still afraid. Past is lingering to me as if it’s a ghost that keeps haunting me.” A ghost that keeps haunting her, she says… Sometimes, the difficult enemy is not the future but the past of the person who was truly in love but ended up hurt. “Then, why not let me get rid of the ghost of your past? I will make your present bearable so in the future, you will be happy genuinely.”

- I say, and although I didn't mean it ironically, she takes offense. "Why are you even here? Everything I say, you have some snarky response." - she snaps at me angrily. "I didn't mean to... not for the last..." - I say but she cuts in. "My ability is what it is. I cannot change the past or the way things happened. I can only see the events related to the curse. I don't see people, I don't see what really went down. I just see that your scar won't heal till you can't sort this thing out."

"I haven't finished looking around - I wanted to wait here until you woke up, but I have poked my head into the rooms adjacent to this one. They look almost exactly like I remember the miniature." She leaned into him and clutched at his hand with her own and Noel tried not to notice how smooth her skin was. "So, did somebody lace the eggnog with LSD, or what? Because these things don't really happen. I'm an accountant for goodness' sake." "Your guess is as good as mine, Shelby. My dad has always maintained that there's real magic in the holidays, but I never thought he meant anything like this." It was the only thing he could think of while he'd paced the room waiting for her to wake up. Som

I couldn’t resist inquiring, earning a chorus of groans from my mates. “If you keep asking, you’ll wake up to a lump of coal,” Alex warned, and I knew he would do it too. Grayson leaned down to whisper against my ear. “Three ghosts will visit him on Christmas Eve and show him the error of his ways.” I chuckled. “Yeah,” Lucas added, “Their names are Grayson, Lucas, and Mason.”

“He has all the magic. Besides, you already beat him. Are he and Bart still sleeping happily under that roof? You know… the one that I was exiled from?” “I told you…” he began before switching direction with topic. “How did you happen to find out that they were together in the first place?” “Your grandmother, Agatha,” I replied. “Her ghost woke me up.” Clearly impressed, he said, “You see ghosts as well?” “I see ghosts, I have psychic abilities, and I used to have magic,” I spat. “Your magic will replenish over time,” he said in a soft tone. “No need to worry on that account,” I pouted. “I plan on using my psychic abilities to connect with the man who took me to the future in the first

" Ever since coming to my senses, I couldn't understand why Mom, at her age, still clung so desperately to superficial things like appearances. Later, I finally understood. She knew perfectly well that she had nothing else left. She had no future to look forward to, nor any personal achievements to rely on. So, like all weaklings, she could only tear down someone weaker than herself. That person was me. I gazed into her slightly panicked eyes and chuckled softly. "I'm only 30 years old this year. I went to college, and I have my own career. "I have a husband who loves me, a child on the way, and a bright future ahead with both of them. "As for you, apart from a husband you resent, you have n

Two Christmases Later Bahamas Snow had a way of making everything feel so beautiful, white and peaceful. It reminded the whole world of the Christ child. The beauty of the season. Melody watched it fall through the glass window of the café, her fingers loosely wrapped around the warmth of the ceramic mug in front of her, though she hadn’t taken a sip yet. She was waiting for her takeout order. Sitting in Bahamas after a long conference for entrepreneurs, in which she gave a speech Melody couldn't help but smile at how much has changed since this time two years ago. And this was the time she got her Christmas miracle. Her heart was filled with gratitude.

I had lost him before I had ever really had him and the emerald dress and the frosting and the string lights and all of it had never been going to be enough because you cannot compete with a ghost and you especially cannot compete with the ghost walking back through the door in a cream colored dress on his birthday looking like everything he had been grieving for ten years finally returned. I pressed my hands flat against my thighs under the table and kept my face still and breathed.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

It hadn’t taken long for Serendipity to get over her shock at Maevis’s departing words. She was certain that, even if Maevis had read the letter correctly, the information had to be incorrect, or else someone was playing a prank on her. She was quite certain that St. Nicholas was not trying to recruit her services. If there was such a person as Santa Claus in the first place, and she had stopped believing in him the year her father had passed away, there was little doubt in her mind that murderers could be on the Nice List, and why would St. Nicholas look to recruit a doll maker who wasn’t even on his list of those who deserved a gift?