Christmas Young Adult Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

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.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Here I was taking this teenager away from her family for Christmas; almost like the Grinch. "Do you guys have any traditions you do around Christmas or on it?" I suddenly asked. "Um..." Olivia pondered my question for a minute before her face lit up. "We would make gingerbread houses and then vote on which one was the best. We'd make tons of cookies too." The sad look on her face made me itch to say something but instead I held back. Reaching out I placed my hand on hers, giving her a small smile. "How about tomorrow we go into town and find some stuff to make gingerbread houses?" I offered.

“I really don’t want to lose my head.” “Yeah,” the second lady agreed. “But it would have been very nice if we celebrated Christmas this year.” “Hmmm. You know that is not possible, right?” “Nothing is impossible,” she said again. “Who knows? Santa might visit this year and decide to heal the Alpha’s wounded heart, and he would let us celebrate Christmas this year.” The other ladies told her to stop dreaming, as it would never come true. “Bad kid,” the new lady said, her voice carrying a pitying undertone. “His mother died on Christmas Eve, so it is understandable that he hates Christmas and everything that comes with it. Celebrating Christmas or not doesn’t make him less of a kind Alpha.”

This is a Christmas special chapter. It doesn't go in line with the original book. Just like a stand-alone extra chapter. I hope you all enjoy though. “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” ~Norman Vincent Peal . "I know you would rather be on your own, but are you ever going to let us change that?" Ada asked, as she steps into Cainan's room and finds him in the bed, covered up with the duvet.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

“I believe it, because you’re amazing. And this business is going to be amazing, and our life together is going to be amazing. Amazing, amazing, amazing. That’s the only word I know.” “Actually, I don’t think that’s true.” He raised an eyebrow. “Really? You don’t think it’ll be amazing?” “Our life isn’t going to just be amazing together: it’s going to be fan-fucking-tastic.” Laughing, Ash picked her up and began to twirl her around in a circle, the remaining convention-goers looking on with a mixture of confusion and envy at such obvious happiness. Thea Younger uncapped her marker and began to fill in the final panel in her graphic novel. It had taken her over a year to finish this bad boy,

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.