Christmas When You Were Mine Novels & Stories

I won't let you use me anymore. -Elenor, you're the love of my life, and I won't give up on you! Tears stream down my cheeks. When did I become so weak!? Why do I melt at the words thrown in the wind by a stranger!? -Well, if you love me as you say, don't get close to me anymore! -You can't ask me that, he says through clenched teeth. -That's what I want. -Until your memory comes back, I won't stay a second away from you. Got it?

It's been years since she last heard that but man did it piss her off. Her mind flicked back to a memory she hated and replayed anyway: a Christmas morning years ago, the drawing room full of tissue paper and ribbons. She had been eleven, Naomi nine. Amanda had waited for her grandparents to hand her the first present as always: she was the eldest, the first grandchild, the one who should go first. But the ribboned box had gone to Naomi instead, with a fond pat on the head and a “for our little star.”

Wonderful Christmas memories of his aunt flooded into his mind. All the good memories. All the happy times. The joy of Christmas. “Molly, it’s perfect,” he whispered. “I don’t know how you did this, but it's amazing.” “Christmas magic,” Molly replied. She shrugged, grinning back at Nicholas. “And a little help from Hannah’s recipe for Buche de Noel, too. She didn’t help me at all, by the way. She was supposed to come check on me while I was baking, but I think she got caught up with something at her apartment.”

I woke the next day and lay there in bed thinking about what almost happened. I hugged my arms around myself and kept saying to myself. “One month, one month.” Taking a deep breath, I looked over and again there was my morning gift. I picked it up and read the card first. On the Fifth day of Christmas, my true love Gave to Me! A Heart filled with hugs from me to you, Galen

On a night long ago, in a manger far away, God delivered a promise we still cling to this day Through a sky filled with stars, the angels did sing And on a clear Christmas Eve, the melody still rings. Hear the song in the falling snow, In your heart, feel a love that grows With each flake that falls from above Hear God’s promise of eternal love Wrapped in warmth each cool December night We bask in the love of our family’s light. Bells are ringing, laughing children play, And in each chorus you’ll hear Him say,

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

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.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."