Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug. “I promise, there will be lots of trees when we get into town. But remember, we’re getting a little one this year, okay?” Because of the Grinch and his aversion to all things festive. “I know! It’s like a fairy tree because it’s tiny and can go on a table to put in our room because Kaleb doesn’t like Christmas.” Her head tipped to one side. “How come he doesn’t, Mommy? Everybody likes presents. And Santa… And the reindeers, and Christmas trees filled with lights and all the merry stuff… How come, Mommy?”

“No, I don't believe in such things.” “The man we were supposed to meet for you couldn't come because his cat got into an accident, so tomorrow we will know if you meeting Mr stranger was fate or,” Clover took one bottle of alcohol from the bag, “Thanks, Goodnight,” she said and walked away to her room. I didn't know what tomorrow held, Zade and everyone we grew up with were going to be around for Christmas. How do I face the fact that Zade and I broke up? Will Christmas still be the same with everyone? I finished my alcohol and went to bed.

"Christmas is coming. You already have the lighting tradition, the dinner… but what about a special event? Something that brings the guests and the local community together." Rosa leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. "What do you have in mind, dear?" "A 'Christmas Stories Sunday,'" I suggested, the ideas flowing faster than I could articulate them. "Here in the main barn. Tables with coffee, hot chocolate, cookies. The guests are invited to share a Christmas memory—happy, funny, touching. You could have someone playing guitar in the background. And at the end… a joint donation to a local charity in the name of everyone here." The silence that followed was loade

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.

The decorations attached in the Christmas Tree are more visible when the lights are turned on, add that the decorations that are hanging are different. There are several Christmas balls, different colors of garlands, tinsel and ornaments. There were also decoration motifs such as Santa icons, Reindeers, Snowmen, Snowflakes, Gingerbread men, Candy Canes, Bells, Stars, Angels and Nativity Scene. "Can't wait to celebrate Christmas with you," I looked at Eli when he mentioned that. "For a while..." He walked away from Israel and me because someone suddenly called him. Even though the feeling was awkward, I still stayed in my place. Pretending to be unbothered when the man I tried to forget for a

Mitch kissed Ronnie and then said, "Merry Christmas, everyone! **** On Christmas day, Wyatt rushed to his parents' room, yelling, "He came, he really came." "Who? What are you talking about?" Ronnie asked, groggy with sleep. "Santa Claus, he stuffed my stocking and there's presents under the tree. Lot's of presents." Wyatt could barely contain himself. He was so excited. "I have something for you, Mom and you too, Dad." "What is it?" Mom asked. "Marie helped me make them, here, open it up." Wyatt handed them a small package. "Rip it, Mom."

I sat quietly, and turned to look at the tree with her. “I don’t want it to end.” Chastity whispered. “What?” I asked. “Christmas.” “It was a great day.” “It was the best Christmas I have ever had. For me, Christmas meant making huge meals for everyone I wasn’t allowed to share in. It meant listening as everyone else opened gifts, and had fun. Until Jax left for school he would give me a gift, and so did Luna Jane, but once they were gone those stopped.” “Chastity, I am so sorry.”