Christmas Short Stories Novels & Stories

Which means. Her huge eyes went on Ammar to confirm, Ammar, who was already looking at her, nods his head then rolled his eyes at his friends. Telling her he wasn't planning to break the good news like that. A huge smile made its way on Subh-Dil's face as she looked at Rida, thanking her. "Let's have some sweet on this occasion." Nitin seems to be the only sensible person, as he opened the sweet box, which he bought for them.

The parade wasn’t long. After a few more floats, some horses, a couple of clowns, and some classic cars, Santa was spotted coming around the corner. Lorelei and Anson giggled and shouted, jumping up and down. All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes.

We've only been around each other a few hours and I already know you can't make Knox do anything he didn't want. I couldn't be too mad about it though. We did just meet and in his eyes I'm a complete idiot. I mean who asks a random person to be their boyfriend over Christmas? A crazy person that's who. Maybe I was. "You do realize coming home without a boyfriend isn't going to make the world end." Knox's deep, raspy voice brought my out of my thoughts. "You'd think so." I snorted. "Every christmas I've been the butt of the 'old-lady' joke in my family."

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

It read, in big block print, “Santa’s Workshop.” “Right,” Serendipity nodded, realizing that if she could read, she would have known that. Her face lost a bit of the glimmer from before, but she still stared in awe. “How amazing!” she whispered, looking up at several stories of glass windows and the brightly dressed elves scurrying about with various toys, different patterns of wrapping paper, and other items essential to making and finishing off Christmas presents.

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

She stares at each and everyone here that has been a part of her life while growing up. She might have felt like she has been forgotten by the fairy world for a while back then, but spending her time in the human world is something she would never trade even if she is a Princess in her own fairy realm. After dinner, everyone settle at the sofa and exchange gifts. They sip warm chocolate once more as each one shares their story about Christmas. Caspian and Bran enjoy listening to these stories of the holiday most especially about Santa and his elves. Later in the evening, the parents of Jo excuse themselves to leave but as usual, Jo stays behind.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

It was this season that had denied him the joy of having a mother. Cleaning the tears that were falling down his cheeks, he looked up to the darkened sky, remembering the days when he once had love for Christmas. The days when his mother will sit with him on his little bed telling him stories on Christmas as those were the only memories he had of her. And he treasured them with all he had. ELEVEN YEARS AGO "Mama, please tell me a Christmas story" Little Jake pleaded as he climbed on his mother's lap. "You always want me to tell you a story baby. Ain't you scared that one day I will run out of stories to tell?" His mother said as she tickled him, laughing as he was being tickled.