Christmas Romance Novels 2015 Novels & Stories

The sweet scent of a mix of red roses and Vanilla hung in the air, providing an ambience of luxury to the space. I allowed myself melt into the floor, shivering as soon as my bare body came in contact with the cold tiles. Shutting my eyes tight, I inhaled the sweet fragrance that hit my nose in that instant, and then tried to concentrate on the good things that had happened to me lately. I almost chuckled at how pathetic I was living. There was no single moment that stood out as a happy one ever since I discovered what the men and Sonia had done to me during the Christmas break.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

I look down at her peaceful face and I decide I like her a lot better with her mouth shut. Yanking myself back to the present, I realize that the only option available to me is parked seven cars across, the key sitting in my soiled breast pocket. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

We lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing. Finally, Elena shifted, carefully lifting herself up and sliding off the double dildo with a wet, heavy sigh. I shivered as the cool winter air hit my empty, aching core. She lay down beside me, pulling the heavy holiday quilt over our tangled, sticky legs. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, Lucian," she whispered, tracing a lazy circle on my chest, "that is certainly one way to spend a Christmas vacation."

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

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.