Christmas Mha Novels & Stories

I teased. "I don't nag." She snapped, "Anyway, I was calling to ask you what day we are expecting you. Gabriel and Mia have already confirmed that they'll be arriving on the eighteenth." My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, "Uh, expecting me where?" "Home for Christmas." She emphasized slowly. I licked my lips, while my stomach clenched uncomfortably, "Actually, I'm too cramped with work to celebrate Christmas this year." "I called Jeannie yesterday and she was kind enough to inform me that you're closing for the holidays soon," she huffed, "and anyway, you run a pet grooming store, and not a clinic. I'm sure you could have closed shop in November if you had wanted."

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.

The only thing was we always got snowy Christmas's at least. "So this new guy." Leah finally spoke. I knew she hadn't heard a single word I said a moment ago. "His name is Knox Mikelson. He's 28 and has light brown hair. He apparently owns a hardware store in town but that is all I got from him. He was very vague." I scrunched up my face as I thought about it. Him being so vague was sending warning signals to my brain. "That names seems slightly familiar." She mused. Beside her Oliver nodding as well, looking slightly confused by the name.

"Christmas, I never heard of anyone use an alias as Christmas, Duke. What does this 'Christmas' do to make us take the benefit in this case?" Duke lifted his hand and claps it once. "This is what I'm talking about. So, this Mr. Christmas is one of Klyde McMarrow's client who buys smuggled women from everywhere and then he'll auction it to them. He's this kettle looking guy, you know what I mean? Bald, short and fat, he has this annoying laugh and he's in love eating this bread wherever he goes, he has it in his pocket and much it like a 2 year old kid." Duke began with gestures he uses and is not that really necessary.

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.

Ryder says, watching me lift. “Wanted to be left alone,” I grunt, the weight pressing down on my muscles. “Well, sorry to interrupt your brooding session,” he says dryly. “But did you look at the files I sent you?” “No. Summarize them. I’m not in the mood for paperwork.” Ryder sighs but launches into his report anyway. “A couple here at the hotel wants to have a Christmas wedding.” “And this concerns me because…?” I lift the weight again, my tone bored.

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.

Michael was shaping into someone else than I thought he was. “It’s very special to me,” he said. “I do several other charities throughout the year. Over Thanksgiving, I was in Bar Harbor, Maine, for one. At this hospital, I take part in holiday events such as Valentine’s Day, Easter, Fourth of July, and etcetera. But this Christmas party is the biggest. It's hard enough to be faced with this great of a challenge. I’m happy to give back where I can.”

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.