Christmas Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

I hired a lawyer to handle the divorce lawsuit for me. Next, I found a new place to stay and quietly waited for the results of the divorce proceedings. Just when I thought everything would slowly settle down, a group of dog lovers started coming after me on the internet. In no time, I became a trending topic. Some animal lovers had seen Charles' livestream where he searched for his dog on Christmas Eve and had taken photos of his devastated expression. The pictures spread rapidly online. Charles became known as the "Dog-Loving Prince Charming" while I became public enemy number one.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Two Christmases Later Bahamas Snow had a way of making everything feel so beautiful, white and peaceful. It reminded the whole world of the Christ child. The beauty of the season. Melody watched it fall through the glass window of the café, her fingers loosely wrapped around the warmth of the ceramic mug in front of her, though she hadn’t taken a sip yet. She was waiting for her takeout order. Sitting in Bahamas after a long conference for entrepreneurs, in which she gave a speech Melody couldn't help but smile at how much has changed since this time two years ago. And this was the time she got her Christmas miracle. Her heart was filled with gratitude.

Ycson immediately came right next to us so we could take pictures. Ycson, West, Zach, Me, Sol, Mom, Cronus and Eros are in the picture. Zach and I were in the middle and he had his hand on my waist and I was the same. Ycson and Sol took a picture next because Ycson said he wanted the two of them to have a picture this Christmas. Zach called the two of us and said that we were the ones to take pictures because at least one of us didn't have pictures of the two of us.

Another message came, this time it was a picture. As soon as I saw the picture, the fork slipped through my fingers and fell on the plate, startling Aunt Mira. My jaw dropped, my heart sank, my pulse quickened. On my screen was a picture of Damon and me having sex in his car. The picture captured my head thrown back in reckless abandon, my mouth pouted, and my eyes shut. It only captured Damon from the side, but clear enough to see his face buried between my breasts. A third message followed. “This would make a really viral picture"

Over the past few years, he had gotten lucky and had been off for Christmas- but not this year. He picked up the picture frame on his desk. In it was a picture of Abby and him. He was hugging her, and she was laughing as they both looked at the camera. He knew better than to feel sorry for himself. After all, a lot of people couldn't spend Christmas with their families. He ran his hand over the picture, thinking of his daughter, knowing how lucky he was to have her.

Each person would draw a festive holiday-themed prompt from a hat and act it out, while the others guessed what it was. As we settled into our spots, it quickly became clear that Chris was not fully engaged. He made an effort to join in, pulling a slip of paper from the hat and trying his best to act out "building a snowman," but his heart didn't seem to be in it. His movements were sluggish, and his attempts at humor fell flat. I watched him from across the room, my heart aching a little. I missed his usual jolly personality—the way his laughter could light up a room. Seeing him like this on Christmas Day felt like a cloud hanging over the festivities.

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

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.