Christmas Nami Novels & Stories

NAILA’S POV A cold gust of wind brushed past my face, ruffling my hair as I pushed the door to the cabin open, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside. Finally. Warmth. The room smelt of wood and the lingering smell of ashes. Just what I needed for a Christmas holiday. Snow brushed against the fogged up windows, dimming the cabin as I collapsed onto a cushion, wrapping my coat tighter around my slender frame. Seven freaking hours on a plane. One whole hour of paperwork to confirm that I had rented out the cabin for Christmas. Still boiling over the fact that I lost my only job and had to start over. What I fucking needed right now was a nap and some peace ofㅡ

Sean said and we all laughed again that it'll probably wake up the other girls and as if on cue, the other girls stepped out of their room to have a look at us including Hera. "Good morning and have a great day only to people under 5'4 and the rest of you giraffes can go eat some leaves." Nami greets everyone while yawning and she walks downstairs, ignoring everyone who was giving her death glares and she walks to the kitchen. "Does anyone else just get the urges to kill a person or am I just weird as fuck?" Tom said while looking intently at Nami's back. "Please no, she's my girlfriend." Jonas said and tapped Tom's shoulder before he followed Nami into the kitchen.

“Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?” “Yeah, maybe Santa’s still working on it.” Molly couldn’t help but smile at Liam’s innocent belief. Of course, she knew that the chances of any of her Christmas wishes coming true were long gone. Nicholas Kerstman had not only sold the rights to the shop, but he’d also left town for good, which seemed to ruin both of her Christmas wishes in one fell swoop.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

In the back of her mind, she heard a nagging voice questioning whether or not he really wanted to talk to her at all and if he had only said he’d meet her at the tree farm to quiet his excited child. Christmas decorations were everywhere now. Garlands and large, velvety red bows hung from the lampposts, and every shop had a wreath on the door, their display windows covered in red and green. Each evening when the sun began to go down, the entire downtown area would blaze to life with the sparkle of thousands of twinkling, white lights decorating every building, every post, and every tree. Charles Town was absolutely beautiful at Christmas, and even though she longed for the days when she’d wa

Damon Ana just hugged the most gorgeous creature I've seen in centuries. This woman is beautiful from head to toe from her full wavy blonde hair, to her crystal blue eyes, to her full pouty lips. Furthermore, there is also a naughtiness behind her smile that I can't wait to learn more about. I think this Christmas has just gotten exponentially better, and I might have stumbled upon the greatest gift of all. Ana smiles, “I'd like you to meet someone, Mish.”

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

He was the angriest one among us. And then to talk about me, the Martian man living inside me is called Namiyen. A man with no family, no history and no happy memories. Yet, he is the most funniest personality I have ever encountered. He called me the witch, and I called him the stupid devil. We get along very well, and cooperate with each other. Before I adjusted to Nami’s personality, we both went through several stages of crisis. And when he met Clara, we had another round of crisis as he insisted on making her his wife, even though he clearly knew that we can never have other people as our partners after what he had done to us. After the mess he had created inside me with his stupid idea

“My friend Jen was talking about some private investor from Indianapolis who’s in town right now, trying to get a feel for how we do Christmas at Christmas Falls. She heard he’s considering buying a few properties and fixing them up. For what, she didn’t say, but he doesn’t seem like the sort of big, greedy corporate fair you’re trying to avoid. Maybe you should talk to him.” “Maybe you should worry about your own self,” Memory said back without turning her head, and Kirsten sighed loudly while Bryce told her to let it go, prompting Lorelei to break into the theme song from Frozen which had them all laughing, including Memory, despite her frustration at her sister’s suggestion. Memory watche

Please free me. “My… wolf?” I gasped. Another wave of pain hit me and I screamed. The world tilted. My bones felt too tight in my skin. Isolde’s chanting changed. Her words grew faster. “Permitte surgere… ostende veritatem…” I felt something rise inside me. It was hot and wild. It clawed at my chest and ribs. “I have a wolf,” I said breathlessly. “Her name is Nala. She wants to come out but she cannot.”