Christmas Karen Novels & Stories

I feel a little tense in facing her beauty. “Thank you for bringing back my bag. This is really important to me and I can't go out in the house without this,” she said, “By the way, what is your name?” “I-I am Carlos Xyloses and you are Ms. Peterson, right? I heard the officer with you called you that.” “Hahaha! Yea, I'm Ms. Peterson but for you, you can call me on my name.” “What is it your name?” She gave me a smile that quickly took the emptiness in my heart. “My name is Christmas.”

The only one that could possibly beat them might be a Christmas store in Alaska that was actually near the North Pole. As she closed the door behind her, she spotted Mrs. Kerstman, the store owner, up on a tall ladder. She was putting the finishing touches on a display Christmas tree. Mrs. Kerstman was a thin woman with auburn hair, her warm nature matching the reddish warmth in her curls. She played Mrs. Claus every year for the children in the town and Molly couldn't imagine anyone better suited to it. Mrs. Kerstman took a moment to wave down at Molly before going back to adjusting the ornaments on the tree.

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.

I could see the bulge that has began to form under her gown. “We are so happy to have you back!” Emma’s POV As Kate was catching up with Kayla, I left them to call Stanley and Emily. Stanley and Emily wedded two years ago, they already have a daughter Anne. My niece is very troublesome but in a cute way. Thankfully, my mom is babysitting today. So Stanley and Emily could come for the anniversary. The whole place was boisterous. Old Morgan was indeed a hero for the people of Winster county. Today in the anniversary Kate is the special guest speaker. Everybody in the state have already read the story of “the heroes of justice.”

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

Even when the reception began, Mrs Kord tried his line severally but got no response. Karen was seating alone on the glittering stand and was now wearing a red slit gown that enhanced her features. Her golden brown hair danced behind her back and her white skin screamed elegance. As people dropped their gifts, they hissed at her. Some muttered curses at her for deceitfully forcing her way into the Kord family but Karen could care less.

Kevin gave her a bank card, and the password of the card was 131224. Karen finally remembered. 131224 was the 24th of December in 2013. It was Christmas Eve. She was abandoned by her family that day and drank alone in the bar. She found out later that it was also the first time she had met Kevin. She even vomited all over Kevin when she was drunk.

Laila froze. Her eyes went wide, shoulders tensing as if someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed. For a split second, the room felt too small, the air too tight. "What?" she asked, voice sharp with disbelief. Mariah shrugged from her spot on the bed, propped against a pile of pillows like she had all the time in the world. Her expression was far too amused for Laila's liking. "I'm just saying," she drawled. "You're stressed about Christmas Eve, you're stressed about being alone with Jordan, and every time that wannabe Barbie comes up, you look like you're two seconds from committing a felony."