Christmas Miraculous Novels & Stories

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

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.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

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.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

“a trigger for me. I wish I could still believe the best in people. Celine shook her head rapidly like she was shaking off an evil spirit. “Let’s start over, shall we? Screw those witches and their diabolical plans.”, her voice quavered but her smile was sincere. Sebastian gave her a wobbly smile back. “Merry Actual Christmas Baby.”, she said. “Merry Actual Christmas.”, Sebastian said and beamed back at her. “Do you have my present with you?”, Sebastian asked. Celine dove off-screen and came back with an elegantly wrapped little box.

The Georgia snow fell like a warning. Ayana Marcus pressed her forehead against the cold window of the Greyhound bus, watching Millbrook emerge through the white flurry like a ghost town she'd tried to forget. Four years. Four years of freedom in Boston, of late nights and loud opinions, of being Ayana instead of Pastor Marcus's perfect daughter. And now she was back. "Millbrook, final stop," the driver announced.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Meanwhile, I, his legal wife, had spent Christmas Eve holding a seafood platter filled with allergens, like a complete joke. A dull ache spread through my chest, but no tears came this time. The love I thought I had and the marriage I believed in had all been a lie, and the man I had given everything to had worked with someone else to play me for a fool. In that case, if what they wanted was their perfect little family, then I would give it to them.

Alex stepped out of her apartment with a red scarf around her neck. The breeze blew past her face and she stood for a while before moving. It was Christmas and the winter air was at its peak. It's not a new thing. Winter on Christmas can freeze you to death. The street was so Christmastic, every corner was decorated with Christmas lights. And children singing voices were heard. Typical Christmas in Greywave, it's always like this every year. GreyWave and her people don't joke with Christmas because they believe so much that the Savior of the world was born during that period which is absolutely the truth to the Christian Brethren.