Christmas Themed Novels For Adults Novelas e Histórias

The house behind me streamed out a warm, welcoming glow toward the lake, beckoning cold skaters in from the icy air. I could see Audrey and Ray hand in hand making slow circles on the lake. They projected a happiness I didn't know was possible. I wondered what had driven them apart so long ago; watching them fall in love for the second time was like getting to witness magic. I didn't know how it was happening, I didn’t want to question it; I just wanted to let it happen. "Hot chocolate for the lady." Andrew's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned and took the hot Styrofoam cup in my hands, breathing in its aroma. Chocolate, frost, and pine smoke all mixed in a delicious medley that would f

The downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.

It was a face that held the promise of a future yet to be unraveled. Magnus was gone for the day with the elders, and Orla was at the community building, so I had the house to myself. We were not allowed books of fiction in our communal library. I scanned the leather spines and pulled one off the shelf, The Picture of Dorian Gray by an author Oscar Wilde. I settled into my Father's oversized leather chair and opened the book on his desk. As I delve into the pages, I find myself captivated by a foreign world. The characters' complexities and struggles resonate deeply, reflecting parts of my inner thoughts and emotions.

he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck. I waved back and managed a smile. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones. You’re here bright and early!" “Oh, yes!” he chuckled as I parked and stepped out of my car. “Gotta get ready to buy gifts for the kids. Almost the big day, you know.” “Right,” I said, forcing some cheer into my voice. “That’s nice. I’m sure they’re excited.” And they probably were most people were. Christmas had a way of lifting spirits, of wrapping people in warmth and nostalgia. Not for me, though. Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget.

It was a few days to Christmas, Katrina would've loved it if the kids spent it with their grandpa, she'd imagined them spending a lot of time together and she planned on dressing up in Santa's costume to present the with their favorite video games and toys She already made so much plans for them to enjoy the holidays, she didn't expect for everything to change in a blink of an eye, just because they met their Father.

"You're mine tonight—no one else gets this body, this heat." Tension continued to build sexually, charged like static before a storm as touches lingered, eyes promising more. But shadows hovered as Kai's phone buzzed with unknown calls he ignored. He holding back, she'd think, heart twisting. But so am was... This was temporary, right? Christmas Eve arrived crisp and cold, the city aglow with lights. Diana had extended her stay, the duffel unpacked in his room now. They wandered Pike Place Market, the scent of evergreen and cinnamon in the air.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

I gasped, my breath hitching as the tip of his tongue slowly traced along my sensitive lips. I buried my fingers in my hair, my eyes rolling back as he nipped gently at my swollen flesh before circling my clit with his thumbs. The sensation made my toes curl and my back arch helplessly. While Adrian ate me out, Scott and Damien lavished attention on my breasts, drawing shaky breaths and quiet whimpers from my lips. Adrian pushed his tongue deeper into my hole as Scott rubbed slow circles over my clit, making my body twitch beneath their touch. I tangled my fingers in Adrian’s hair, pulling him even closer while he stretched my walls with his tongue, refusing to let me escape the overwhelming

I couldn't believe there was even an open section where beautiful, skinny girls danced and swayed their hips while they'd no clothes on. Yes, you heard me right. They'd no clothes on. Not even a single tiny G-string or bra. They were completely naked like someone who's about to take her bath. They felt no shame… of course, they were smiling and dancing while the rich men sprayed them dollars like it was nothing. I had never stepped into anything like this in my life. We passed the main floor, then took a private stairway upward—away from the chaos, away from the music, into a quieter, colder world.

Fourth year. Now the fifth. The last one. Still not me. By then, I'd basically turned into Nowevik's favorite gossip story. Fine. Whatever. I didn't want to be a Fabian anymore anyway. [Bernard, come get me early. The Christmas Eve dinner in Nowevik... yeah, I never got used to them.]