Christmas Karen Novels & Stories

Karen kicked him so hard that his world spun when he fell, butt first. "Karen..you." He stammered, wondering what he had done. "And I'll kick you even harder when you dare think that I care for you." She barked and went back to sit on her chair, sipping her coffee leisurely. Rasmore's wolf chuckled, and he quickly knew what he wanted to remind him of. The first day he met Karen, she had done the same thing. That day, he spilled coffee on himself while staring at the beauty. He couldn't understand why someone would be as beautiful as her. Her long black hair was tied in a high ponytail, raising her face for a clear and beautiful view. Her small nose sat comfortably, charming anyone looking at

Jax said snapping back to reality “I promise not to go close to Eleanor again.” “No…” Kieran yelled. “Levrae is not going anywhere with you.” “Why?” Jax asked angrily. “Because she is now my girlfriend, so back off.” Kieran snapped. “Really…,”Jax smirked. “What about your wife…Jane Benson.” I looked at Karina expecting an answer from him “She...” Kieran stammered, “Levrae … I can explain.” I have a strange feeling that I had plotted myself into a game I didn’t fully understand. And I don't know what the rules were and who among us would win.

"I asked him out because he wouldn't ask me. He's wanted to for years. I have no clue what was holding him back. Seems silly to me." "You're a little intimidating at work, Mom. You're bossy and smart and insanely pretty." "You're being a turd now." She walked into the living room, and Marc followed her as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and stopped by the couch. "It's a text from Kari. She says, 'Merry Christmas to my two favorite people in the world. It's not the same down here without you guys, and yet my heart is full. There is no snow and it's barely cold, but I wanted you to know that I was thinking about you this morning. I'll call later today. I love you both, with al

All the girls parted and out stepped a short petite not-so-maidenic woman in wrinkly skin with a full-fledged smile. Karen. "No!" Hunter and Mr. King's alarmed voices shouted at the same time. And the whole garden bursted into a hubbub of laughter bringing the dictum of love and hope with a pinch of perfection. ~~~~THE END~~~~

We've only been around each other a few hours and I already know you can't make Knox do anything he didn't want. I couldn't be too mad about it though. We did just meet and in his eyes I'm a complete idiot. I mean who asks a random person to be their boyfriend over Christmas? A crazy person that's who. Maybe I was. "You do realize coming home without a boyfriend isn't going to make the world end." Knox's deep, raspy voice brought my out of my thoughts. "You'd think so." I snorted. "Every christmas I've been the butt of the 'old-lady' joke in my family."

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

"See? I told you that dress was a good choice." Before I could respond, the balcony door opened and Karen stepped out. Of course. I couldn't even have five minutes of peace. "There you are," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I've been looking for you." "What do you want, Karen?" I asked, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice. She walked closer, and I noticed she was holding a glass of champagne. Her third one, from the looks of it. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had that glassy look people get when they've had too much to drink.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.