Christmas Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

~ New York City, 2002~ It was Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year! New York City's streets were decked out with stunning lights and plants. Stephanie stood in front of the Rockefeller Center plaza, marveling at the gorgeous Christmas tree. Thousands of light bulbs were used to ornament the tree, which was capped with a new Swarovski star. Stephanie's wavy black hair flowed loosely on her shoulders as she gazed up and stared at the star with a big smile on her face.

Coach would be proud. Changing back to my night attire, I fall to my bed, checking through my phone. I see a lot of Christmas wishes from my Classmates and school mates, especially the girls but none from Noel. Grumbling to myself I start deleting the messages replying some if I can place a face to the name. The messages are all the same, Merry Christmas AL *insert heart emoji* missing you so much on this wonderful night*insert sad lonely emoji*. Wish we can hang out? I promise it won't be a waste of time*insert wink emoji*. Anyway Merry Merry Christmas *insert kiss emoji*

¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯ Find out in the next chapter ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ My lovely readers wishing you a very happy marry Christmas ⛄ 🎁 🎄 Wishing you a wonderful Christmas and a blessed New Year. May your heart be filled with the love and joy of the Christmas season. May your Christmas sparkle with moments of love, laughter, and goodwill. Hoping your holidays are filled with joy, peace, and all the things that make you happy ⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠⊂⁠) ser feliz 🌹

"Fuck! I can't stop myself!" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys. Have a merry Christmas and a Happy prosperous new year❤❤ Thank you so much for the support.

Brandon, the photographer, shouted with exaggerated enthusiasm. Jordan shot him a look. "I'm a quarterback, not a model." "Today, you're whatever I need you to be," Brandon said, snapping away. "Now smolder. Christmas smolder. Give America something to thaw their stockings over." Jordan reluctantly did as instructed, giving the camera that alluring, brooding intensity millions of fans adored him for—though none of them realized how much of that look came from real emotional turmoil. Pain made good photography, apparently. "Perfect!" Brandon clapped. "Now pull April close and let her swoon all over you. We need chemistry—holiday romance! Sell the fantasy!"

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

I evenly saw a picture of me with him where we both wearing a wedding clothes. “Christmas.” He took a step forward. “Look at me, you need to calm down.” I look at him, breathing rapidly. “What is this all about? W-why we had a picture together?” I asked and looked back where the picture is. “This is all of you. This is we are belong and I am your husband, Christmas!” he confessed out that didn't take anymore of myself. Eight years later... [Carlos]

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,