Novel & Cerita Christmas Halo

To ensure I make a memorable impression, I carefully selected the most alluring dress I could find, hoping to make John drool with admiration and to capture everyone’s attention as I showcase my confidence and beauty. Throughout the week, I have been eagerly preparing myself for a moment of pure joy and surprise when the time finally arrives. After a particularly exhausting day at work, I dedicated some time to indulge in self-care, starting with a relaxing manicure and pedicure to ensure my nails look perfect. I also scheduled a wax treatment, a facial, and a professional hairstyling session in preparation for the Christmas Eve party tomorrow night. My goal is to look and feel my absolute b

“Those stepbrothers won’t know what hit them.” “Shut up,” I mutter, but I’m smiling. We lock up and head out, the city air crisp with snow flurries. The café’s a short walk, a cozy spot with fairy lights and the smell of fresh coffee. We slide into a booth, and Jess orders a latte and a croissant sandwich. I go for black coffee and avocado toast, my stomach growling now that I’m awake. “So,” Jess says, leaning forward, “you gonna survive this Christmas thing? New stepdad, stepbrothers, your mom acting all lovey-dovey?”

rose from all sides, warm and collective. It was then that, through the crowd beginning to disperse, I saw him. Marco was approaching. His tall, solid silhouette cut through the dying glow of the fireworks in the sky. He stopped in front of me, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The noise around us seemed muffled. "Merry Christmas, Alice," he said, his voice deeper than the sound of the fireworks, loaded with something that made my knees weak. "Merry Christmas, Marco," I replied, my voice a whisper.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

Aria had been allowed… ordered, really, to leave the vertical prison of The Obsidian and the isolation of the archives for the holiday week. "It looks bad if you spend Christmas alone in the city," Cassandra had texted, her tone as sharp as ever. "Come home. Bring presents. Don't be cheap." So Aria was back. Back in her old room in the north wing, where the walls felt like they were closing in. Back to walking on eggshells and holding her breath every time she heard footsteps in the hall. ______ It was Christmas Eve. The annual Hale Christmas Party was in full swing, a sea of silk and high-interest conversations. Two hundred guests filled the ballroom. The champagne was flowing, and a string

Rhett grinned as he joined them, naked but for the artwork on his skin. “Your turn,” Talen told him and crossed to where there were more gift bags, lifting free a fourth red halter. “What did you do? Raid a Concordian sex shop?” Rhett laughed at him. “Something like that,” Talen smirked. “Actually, this is my Christmas present to little demon, or part of it. Which is why the three of you come gift wrapped,” he chuckled as he said it.

"I said a beast like her who doesn't know her root doesn't deserve to command civilized people like–" His words were left unfinished as Cassie suddenly moved towards him, nails elongated, she slashed him across the neck. "Ever heard of Halo Wolf?" She asked as soon as she was done, her nails returning to normal. The people around looked at her in horror and then at the boy realizing he just dug his own grave. A Halo Wolf was a rare specie whose claws were powerful enough to dip into the arteries of his victims and or draw out veins like a thin thread. Even if they didn't, the claws of a halo wolf was actually a dangerous one as it was often laced with poison. One capable of killing its victi

Child of shadow and light. She who carries both shall rise… The Hallow surges. A pulse of dark energy slams through the cabin, rattling the windows, shaking dust from the rafters. Jason stumbles, grabbing the wall. “Brad...what the hell was that?!” I exhale slowly. “The Hallow,” I murmur. “It knows.” Jason’s voice cracks. “Knows what?” “That she’s the One.” The shadows coil tighter, swirling around my feet, eager, restless, alive. Jason swallows hard. “What does the Hallow want with her?”

Our security is lame. Going back, my book slightly glowed and miraculously made a freaking identification certificate. The same does for Zale. So this book made by the Gods can also do illegal things, convenient I must say. We didn't think twice and showed our certificate and the knights gladly welcomed us in the County. "Welcome to Heliutin County, travelers."

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.