Classic Sonic Christmas Novels & Stories

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

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.

Tonight is the Winter Anniversary. “I’m fine, Dom. Stop hovering and go have fun.” I swat his hand away from my shoulder. “Go be the star. I’m just here for the free champagne and to make sure you don’t do anything stupid before the big game.” He gives me that lopsided, boyish grin that has half the city swooning. “No promises.” I watch as he scans the room. This isn’t an official league party. It is the commemorative bash before the final showdown of the year. The calm before the bloodbath on the ice.

Chapter 1 Elena's POV The living room glowed with warmth, the fire crackling against the chill of the snowy night outside. My family had gathered, laughter and chatter filling the air, the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey lingering. It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe.

I hadn’t decided yet. But standing there next to him, away from the house and Mike and all the mess, I didn’t feel quite as broken as I had an hour ago. I took a sip of my drink and shrugged. “Maybe one more song.” The music slowed into something heavier, bass throbbing low like a heartbeat. The stage lights painted everything red and gold, fake snow still drifting lazily from the ceiling. Derek, the real Father Christmas was down to just the pants and hat now, grinding against a laughing bachelorette party while they screamed and waved twenties.

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

This woman truly is remarkable. She finishes her statement moving her chair back, the slightly muffled sounds from her shuffling around echoes through the mic, was the only noise to be heard. And that’s how Atlas Winters makes the world bow to her. This woman is a witch. Smiling, I nudge Jon beside me who’s gone completely silent, and his gaze settles on me, his mouth agape in shock. “Close your mouth and stop gapping at my woman.” I say glaring at him. “What was that?!”

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

He said, “Get dressed, I will send you some documents for you to sign. After this Christmas, we are down.” I nodded slightly and pushed back the disappointment growing in my mind. “Thank you.” I said calmly, “And I am sorry for dragging you into this mess. Once Christmas is over, we will all go our separate ways.” “Fine…stop explaining yourself and get dressed up, we need to go,” he said without a glare at my wet pussy. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You will know when the time comes.” He grabbed his phone and stormed out of the room.

"God, no, Ashley. Don't do that to me. " "I love it when you beg. " I wink and he frowns, meeting my eyes before we both break into a laugh– the blend of the two sounds filling the space of the car, and God, it sounds so fucking beautiful. "Can I tell you something?" Sinclair says when the laughter dies down and I nod. "This is the best Christmas I've ever had, and I'm so fùcking glad I get to spend it by your side, Ashley Greene. " My heart flutters and I bring our hands to my lips again. "I'm glad you're here with me, Sinclair Leovough. " "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, Little Greene."