Christmas In The Castle Library Novels & Stories

“Lucky me.” “Luck had nothing to do with it.” “Do you ever stop talking in riddles?” “Not when they’re true.” I roll my eyes and shut the door in his face. His laughter follows me into the stacks. The library is colder than the rest of the castle. Shelves stretch higher than I can see, filled with books whose titles change when I blink. I find a corner near the window where the light filters pale and weak, and sit with the rabbit in my lap. It stretches, yawning like it belongs here.

Once the two royals stepped inside, the guards closed the door behind them. Fiona was awestruck. "It's huge just like mine. Can I look around?" She asked and Sasha immediately nodded at her. "Please do as you please," Sasha said and the girl hopped away. The castle was filled with guests, she thought she would find some people there but the library was empty as always. Sasha watched the girl hop upstairs and lowered her gaze. She couldn't believe it. She had become so negative. She thought bad about her. With a sigh, she walked further into the library and started to look around to find something interesting for herself. While she was looking around, she spotted a very interesting book. It h

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Their meal was simple, filled with laughter, and seasoned with love. After lunch, Roberick suggested they take a leisurely stroll to the castle's ancient library. It was a vast, quiet space, its shelves lined with countless tomes of knowledge, history, and magic. Cynthia's eyes widened with wonder as she took in the grandeur of the room.

It had simply grown, the way things grow when you leave enough room. "What's the intention?" Theo asked. Jamie turned to me, her expression fierce and warm at the same time. "That Christmas is happening in this house. Regardless of elder councils or winter gatherings or whatever the wolf world has planned for the twenty-fourth." She fixed me with a look that brooked no argument. "Christmas. Is. Happening." I stared at the tree. At the library corner with its lamp and its worn armchair and the bookshelves holding a century of Hawthorne history. At my mother's photograph on the windowsill, still watching over all of it.

I won’t be surprised if I get lost in here multiple times. “Don’t worry, you’ll be with us always,” Desmond says. Always? “Won’t I be in the girl’s wing? And you guys will be in the boy’s wing?” Nobody says anything. Right. More questions I can’t have answered. As we walk through the castle, I can’t help but feel this is a castle straight out of a Disney movie. The library is huge, full of not just educational books but also recreational. I don’t recognize any of the titles, but I’m excited to read as many as I can.

Christmas is just as, or even more, grand in the White Castle as it was before. Decorations ranging from Christmas lights hung and lit up, a wreath on all doors, stockings of different colors and names, mini trees per room, poinsettias in full bloom, candles, mistletoes, nutcrackers, you name it. The White Castle looked like Santa had thrown up all over it. Safe to say, Neo was absolutely ecstatic. Back in Arizona, we celebrated Christmas, too, but definitely not as extravagant as this. We just had a small Christmas tree and a few gifts.

When I asked the boy to bring one in all I received was strange looks, and I decided that it was best to not press the point. Instead, I made do, deciding to get lost in the idea of an eighteenth century Christmas and looking at it as adventure and experiencing a different culture. And I am glad I did, because there was something magical about the castle’s transformation. It was simplistic but beautiful. By the time Christmas Eve came around, I was ready to celebrate my first Christmas as mistress of the castle. All I needed was for my mate by my side….

I pushed open the library door, and I saw Elara sitting by the window, and I felt something in my chest ease, just a little. The library was quiet, and the fire was burning low, and the shadows were long and dark. Elara was sitting in her usual chair by the window, with a book open in her lap, but her old brown eyes were not moving across the pages. She was staring out at the snow. The snow was falling fast and thick, blanketing the courtyard in white. I watched it for a moment, and I thought about the first time I had seen snow like this, which was the day I arrived at the castle in chains. I had been so afraid then.

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?