Christmas Love Novels & Stories

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

“Yes, of course I will.” With a broad smile, Brady pulled the ring from the box and slid it in her finger. The diamond caught the soft glow from the white Christmas tree lights and seemed to shimmer. Noelle brushed away her tears and leaned in to kiss Brady. “I love you,” she said. “I love you, too.” He kissed her again and then, with Goldie and Pooch yipping and yapping beneath the Christmas tree, Noelle reached over and patted them on the heads, so thankful for her beautiful family, knowing whatever Christmas future may bring, she’d be happy as long as she had Brady, Goldie, and Pooch.

What was that saying – where there is family there is love? Well, right now, Dominic was not feeling a lot of love towards his family. He was seated on the couch, fuming inwardly. Across him was his father and mother and at the other side of the room was his step-sister, Noelle. He and Noelle had arrived about ten minutes ago to find his parents waiting outside his home for him. The atmosphere was tense and uncomfortable, and Noelle shuffled around on her feet, itching for someone to break the silence, while Dominic glared at his parents, especially his father.

After a few quiet seconds, Max turns and looks at me then leans in and kisses my lips softly. "Thank you Shawna, I can't express what this means to me." "I love you Max." "Love you too baby. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas."

”You belong here, Ashton" he whispers, his voice steady and fierce, cutting through the festive noise of his family. Our family. ”You are never going to be the left alone again. I won't let you. You are my entire world." He presses his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply, as if he needs to breathe me in just to keep his own heart beating. ”Every gift in that pile, every light in this room... they’re nothing. They’re background noise compared to you” he says, his voice cracking with the weight of years spent wanting this. ”I love you so fucking much it hurts.” And then he kisses me—a slow, sacred kiss that feels like a benediction, shutting out the shadows of every lo

She has to get back to office, but I know she wouldn’t do that before she meets Nivedita. I can tell that she really wants to meet her. Gandhinagar—another thirteen-hour drive stares us in the face. I wish we could’ve taken buses like Ritam did every fifteen days to meet his crippled sister. But, instead, we have Shrey’s creaky, rotten car. 15 November 2010 ‘When you know that your happiness is like a sacrificial lamb for the happiness of the person you care about, you should realize that you’re in love. The most incurable form of love.’

Winter’s POV My fingers clicked hurriedly through the keyboard. Today was my last day in the office before I go for my finally awaited one-month holiday break. I paused to zoom in on the picture displayed on my laptop, a picture of Nolan Smith, my boyfriend. “Your boyfriend?” A voice breathed near my ear, startling me. My fingers flew to the touchpad, fumbling to close the tab. “It's so nice to be young and in love,” My chief editor, Mrs Quinn, leaned against my desk.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

I could feel it, making me need it too. His light kisses spread down my neck and down my chest. His lips kissed my stomach, my thighs, my sides. His lips kissed me all over, very lightly savoring every part of me. It was gentle and loving. It was not as vicious and full of desire as before. It was full of love and gentleness. "I love you Rain." He confessed as his lips gently grazed mine again. My heart leaped with joy at his words. "I love you too Charles." I admitted as I pulled him in for a more passionate kiss.

Asia's POV: It's been a few weeks since the birth of little Jardani putting me at 39 weeks halfway through December. We have roughly 10 days until Christmas and the house is in a uproar cause we waited until the last minute. But now that we have little kids in the house all of us adults decided to make it a special Christmas. For everyone it's a first Christmas in one way or another. All of the guys are decorating the house, cause nothing screams scary mafia men like icicle lights and an inflatable snowman out front. Yesterday we picked out a big ass tree and put it in the bigger living room. Of course none of us preggers women can decorate the higher parts of the tree so we have someone els