Christmas Mha Novels & Stories

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. “Sarah and I always spent it in the Maldives, and then when we broke up, I just worked through the holidays.” She gaped at him. “Worked? You work during Christmas? Mason, that’s terrible. You sound like Scrooge!” “Pointless holiday.” Chris rolled his eyes.

Sandra squeezed my shoulder before heading back to her office, completely oblivious to my internal meltdown. Chelsea waited until Sandra was gone before leaning in close. "You're being so weird about this. If some mystery man sent me such a thoughtful gift, I'd be doing cartwheels." "It's complicated." "Everything's complicated with you lately." She said it like a joke, but the truth in it stung. "Ever since you and Marcus broke up, you've been off." "I'm fine."

The snow was coming down in thick flakes as I pulled up to the sprawling mansion on the hill, my delivery van skidding a bit on the icy driveway. It was Christmas Eve, and I was running late, way late, for this “special order” pickup. The client had insisted on discretion, something about a last-minute gift for his party. I adjusted my uniform cap, the red and green logo faded from too many shifts, and grabbed the insulated bag from the passenger seat. My name's Mia, by the way, and at 25, delivering fancy foods for rich folks was just a way to pay the bills while I figured out my real life.

Jana's desk was across the aisle - she was responsible for tracking product shipments while Shelby coordinated accounts receivable. Shelby nodded. "None of us want to go, but Mr. Holiday, Senior, still insists we show up, tug our forelocks and get presented with a new set of livery." "That's it, I'm cutting you off from historical romance novels," Jana said with a laugh. "Although, god, that's just about what it feels like sometimes. Wouldn't it be nice if they'd just hand us the bonus check and kick us out the door early?" "Face it, girlfriend." Shelby wrinkled her nose. "We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas p

Gift from the Season Livia's POV “Babe, so, what are you going to do if it doesn't work this time?” One of my colleagues asked sadly as I arranged my desk. We were rounding up for the day and slowly closing for the year. Since I was posted to this city, I hadn't been comfortable and I had tried my best to apply for relocation but they kept bouncing back. It was almost Christmas and if I didn't leave, it meant I would be spending another year in this city, away from my family and lover.

This is utterly insane. Still, another thought worms its way into my mind. If he really is Santa, maybe I should wish for something big. My stomach churns at the possibility. A Christmas wedding. The dream I’d buried long ago. I close my eyes, imagining it: twinkling lights, soft snow falling, and Elijah looking at me like I’m his entire world.

The patio door burst open, and Chloe ran back in, covered in snowflakes, shivering but smiling. "It's beautiful! It's so sexy!" She flopped back onto the rug, grinning at us. Then she looked at the book in my lap and wrinkled her nose. "A textbook? Dad, seriously? That is literally the lamest gift in the history of Christmas." "Maya understands the value of discipline," Silas said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine. "And commitment to long-term investments." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. Heat crept up my neck.

she wondered silently as she gathered her documents and left the room. ROYAL CELESTIAL PARK HOSPITAL That evening, Malikha arrived at the hospital to celebrate Christmas with her mother and Aidan. She had come alone after finishing work. Tomorrow was a holiday, which made tonight feel especially meaningful to her. As she walked through the corridor toward the elevators, she unexpectedly ran into Ratu Lin, who was currently working there as an intern doctor. “Hi, Malikha,” Ratu greeted warmly the moment she saw her. “Hi. You haven’t gone home yet?” Malikha asked casually.