Christmas Romance Novels & Stories

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!"

It was our first Christmas together as a married couple, and it made the moment feel even more special. She let out a soft sigh, her body shifting toward me. Then, in one smooth motion, she turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Her eyes finally opened, sparkling with that mischief I adored. "Merry Christmas to you too, Roman," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep. She nuzzled into my chest, and I felt her warmth seep through my skin.

"Are you falling for this gorgeous damsel, Mr. Voss? Is my pussy that sweet?" "It's not just about sex, Seraphina," he growled, his eyes darkening as they locked onto mine. Why the fuck am I smiling this wide? The smile kept widening, stretching my cheeks, and I couldn't fucking stop it. "If it's not just about sex, then what is it?" "I want you. You know I fucking want you. I've wanted you since the very first day I saw you even though I knew you were married and I want you to be mine. MINE."

They froze. Snow fell around them. Her hair brushed his jaw. His hands were on her waist. “You’re heavy,” he said. “You’re lying,” she shot back. For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. Then— “DAAAADDYYYY!” Noelle slid into them like a missile. Sebastian groaned. Nyra burst out laughing. “This,” Nyra said between laughs, “is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.” Sebastian stood, brushing snow off. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

he whispered in her ear then he backed away a few steps and misted away. Damien looked down at Gretchen's worried face. He'd have to tell her eventually, but now wasn't the time.Things were in motion now that couldn't be stopped. He turned her around then started back to the fire. “So, tell me about Christmas. What do you do? How does it work?” Gretchen crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.“How does it work? It’s a holiday." Damien put his arm around Gretchen.“Yes, my love, I know that. What do we need to do to have it?”

I feel an arm go round my waist and I'm pulled to sit on Damien's legs. "Now, you Mrs Forrest, has been a very naughty girl lately" he whispers in my ear and I feel a smile creep up on my face. "What are you going to do about it Santa?" I hum. "I might just have a special candy for you to suck on" He smirks and I chuckle before pulling his face for a kiss. His hands go to squeeze my bum making me smile against his kiss. We pull apart grinning, when we noticed a small figure standing by the corner. We both turn to see Roxy looking at us with his eyes wide opened. I bite on my lips. We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

“This is the best Christmas ever. I got just what I wanted. A puppy. A fairy house. And my own daddy.” He looked into Sparkle’s eyes and she felt his love, his pleasure at the moment, and she knew that none of them would ever be lonely again. “Merry Christmas, my darling Kaleb.” “Merry Christmas, my sweet love.” And in the lights of the tree, Kaleb sealed their new life with a kiss that had Hayzel applauding and sent the new puppy barking. Everything, Sparkle thought, was now perfect. -THE END-

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.