Christmas Halo Novels & Stories

Vera looked slightly pleased and deliberately raised her voice. "Cynthia, you have no shame. You have become the rich people's lackey. Even if you gave me this money for free, I still wouldn't accept it." My face went pale, and all I could do was watch her walk inside. By 8:00 pm, the charity gala officially began. I could only watch it through the live stream. Sean had to leave early because of a contract his company needed to finalize.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

She, in total, had three shards of the halo on herself. Sight returns to the land of Marvava where the others were. Khloe, behind the rock, Pete-- camouflaged and the lady who had a shard of Azazel's halo instantly stopped. The colors of her iris swapped instantly as she was dormant to motion. This caused Khloe distress as she had a slight change of movement. She, the lady, turned over to the guards who followed her, she walked towards one, had her right hand placed on his head and suddenly rays and flares depicting the life source of the fellow flowed out of him and into her. She gasped at the power she absorbed as his yells engulfed the whole area in the first five seconds and after that,

And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him. “When we’re at home,” she added, “Hayzel and I put up the Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving... You have to have a little restraint, don’t you think? I mean this year, I actually saw Christmas wreaths for sale in September. That’s going a little far for me and I absolutely loooove Christmas.”

‘Jump’ a deep male voice wisps around me ‘and themselves will give you wings’ Behind my eyelids a blinding light erupts. ‘Jump high,’ it demands ‘And the heavens will give you a halo’ ‘Trust in the fall and gifts will shower your eternal being’ it promises. A loud abound from the party flings me back to reality. I turn and slid down the railing in an attempt to calm my erratic breathing. My heart pounds through my chest. I’ve never leaned so far into the wind before. I almost fell over the edge. A fall from this height would certainly kill me. And the baby with me.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Alicia was mazed. “Mother, what are you…” A stiff gush of wind charged through the windows, flapping the curtains every which way. Martha’s eyes glowed orange and a luminous ring appeared above her head. Alicia remembered the halo. It was the exact one she saw when they were back in the forest fighting the talking Vurhan, when the creepy figures emerged and healed it. It emanated the identical aura she felt that day. It was then that her suspicions were confirmed, the stranger was definitely a member of the Heads.

The sky is a dull, oppressive grey, rain pouring in relentless sheets. “Rain on a wedding day,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. “Isn’t that supposed to be a bad sign?” I shake my head, forcing a weak smile. “No, it’s Christmas. It’s a good day. It has to be.” Sliding out of bed, I walk toward the bathroom, determined to shake off the unease. My bare feet press against the cold floor, grounding me. I light the scented candles Zoe gave me—vanilla and lavender—and the calming aroma fills the small space. The flickering candlelight dances on the tiled walls as I step under the warm spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of my nightmare.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

The presenter stated, the hall went silent to focus. “Our first participant is Miss Zara feldrick from AJ STYLES company!” He announced and the crowd went wild at the recognition. Zara walked elegantly in her sleeveless tunics long gown. She turned and waved fashionably “ This Sheepskin cloaks and woolen hats and mittens were worn in winter for protection from the cold and rain in the medieval era” she explained getting good remarks from the crowd. After a few more walk, she turned heading to the back stage her eyes searching for jace, he smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up. The crowd cheered and whistled seeing her go back in.