Christmas Story. Novels & Stories

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

It was a simple story, but it was sweet, relatable. “Why the Christmas theme?” I asked. She chuckled a little. “Oh, son, that’s just my family! All of us have always loved Christmas, every aspect of it. I even met my husband at the Santa Claus Ball!” That got my attention. And it was the perfect timing to ask her—

I returned the kiss, “I can’t believe I hired you to be my boyfriend for Christmas and now you are my husband and we have a daughter.” “Who would have thought I would follow a stranger home for Christmas? Then again life happens,” Ace said, then locked his lips with mine.

He felt a sense of anticipation as he prepared to share their winter legend. “Thank you all for joining us today,” he began, his voice carrying across the crowd. “We’re excited to share the story of the winter spirit and the hidden pond. This legend was inspired by our love for the Whispering Woods and the importance of kindness.” As he read, the audience listened intently, captivated by the tale of the winter spirit who granted wishes to those with pure hearts. Jace felt the magic of the story enveloping them, and he could see the wonder in the eyes of the children.

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

An enormous tree that stood in the middle of the village. All the lights, decorations and ornaments on it were white, except for the giant red star. This was an absolute favorite part of the Christmas tradition. After it was all decorated, all the village’s children gathered in the central square to see the tree all lit up, as well as the manger where Jesus was born. All the mothers brought their children, dressed up in costumes that showed a brief part of the Christmas story. First there were angels, which were from the oldest girl of every family to the youngest boys.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

The night before Christmas, my husband makes it official with his 49th mistress. "Love of my life, @TiffanyVale." "Love of my life, @RomanBlackwell." Then he turns to me and tries to smooth it over. "She lost a dare. Don't take it to heart." Everyone laughs at me, but I don't make a scene. What they don't know is that I have a deal with the System. Every time Roman cheats, a year of his life transfers to me. By now, his 80 years are down to just one. All I have to do is make it past New Year's, and he drops dead of natural causes. Then I can take our three children and inherit the Blackwell family's trillion-dollar fortune.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."