Christmas Heat Miser Novels & Stories

He couldn’t even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what’s referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

In the end, all I received were those sarcastic words. Mia stared at the distress between Jensen's eyebrows for a while. She whispered, "Are you afraid?" Jensen frowned and looked at her coldly. His look confirmed her suspicion even more. "We never had a good Christmas Eve for so many years. You're afraid this Christmas Eve will be too warm and wonderful, making you overindulge in this kind of warmth and pleasure that does not belong to you. That's why you choose to avoid it, right?" Jensen smoked more intensely, aggressively exhaling as if trying to expel his suppressed anger together with the smoke. "Sometimes, it's bad to know too many things."

he stammers through his fear. “Where?” Stace replies. “He calls himself Wesley Snipes.” I roll my eyes. “Now I have heard it all,” I mutter under my breath. Stace slams his head again into the table. “Where?” “You’ll find him in the high rollers room at the casino. You can’t miss him. He has bright red hair and dresses like Usher.”

I went downstairs and saw Josh and Marissa in the living room. “Where are you off to?” Josh asked. “I’m meeting Jason for pizza,” I said. Jason was nineteen and worked for Josh. We sparred together at the gym but he wasn’t much competition for me. He was raised as an outcast and we weren’t tight like I was with Gunnar, but we got along. “Don’t drink and drive,” Josh said and I chuckled as I walked to my Jeep. Drinking and driving was the least of my problems. Chrissie was already sitting in the front seat as I climbed in and started the Jeep.

The house enveloped her in its hush, shadows dancing from the fire's glow downstairs, drawing her toward the living room where Riven waited. He lounged by the fireplace, a tumbler in hand, the flames casting amber highlights across his sharp features. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing forearms corded with subtle strength, and his eyes lifted as she entered, locking onto her form with immediate intensity. The polo rode up slightly with her movement, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs, pale and unmarked save for the faint flush from her bath. Riven's gaze traveled downward, lingering on the exposed skin, a low sound escaping his throat—'Damn.' The word hung in the air, rough-edg

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

My name was Michael Xander, and I worked as the HR manager for a multinational corporation. With the holidays approaching, I decided to take my girlfriend on a trip to unwind. We had been dating for nearly three months, but she often complained that I was too busy and rarely spent time with her. Occasionally, she would even hint at breaking up over that. So, I spontaneously booked us on a tour for quality time together. During the journey, Sophie could not stop smiling and, in a rare gesture, hugged me tightly, planting a few sweet kisses on my cheek.

The drive back from the marina was conducted in a heavy, strained silence. Cami sat in the back of the SUV with Ariana, her hand tightly gripping Ariana’s as if she were afraid her friend might vanish if she let go. Mateo drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his reflection in the rearview mirror a constant, watchful presence. When they finally entered the foyer of the mansion, the festive Christmas decorations—the towering tree, the garlands, the flickering candles—seemed mocking. The "perfect family Christmas" Cami had envisioned was a fractured mess.

but not here. Richard listens to all this, his face intent, but he chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Yes, and last Christmas was no picnic either, was it? You three hunted by Klempner´s men and, well, getting my offices attacked and set on fire wasn´t exactly my first choice from Santa." He gives her a long look. "I imagine that Christmas when you were a child, in the Blessingmoors Home, was nothing to celebrate either?"