Classic Sonic Christmas Novels & Stories

She balanced the wine and her tote bag on the kitchen counter and turned to Cassandra. “It’s the weekend, sweetheart, let’s have some fun!” she yelled as she flipped on the music system and let Sabrina Carpenter’s upbeat song “A Nonsense Christmas” fill the room. Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good

But my drive back home was magnificent as winter is fast approaching and my favorite holiday asides my birthday of course, CHRISTMAS! A big part of my Christmas tradition is to give a yearly upgrade to my Christmas playlist depending on what feels on theme for the year! I drove into our aesthetically pleasing mansion, when my face dropped. There was someone in the house Someone with a …… BIKE…… that I have seen before I walked into my house, hearing my father laugh so loud, I can't remember my father's laugh being that loud, who and what is making my father be all cheerful this evening.

Someone who wasn’t dreaming about her husband. Le Silencio was unlike any club back home. Subdued lighting, deep velvet banquettes, a pervasive sense of expensive, curated cool. The music wasn’t pounding; it was a deep, sensual throb, a bassline that vibrated in your chest. It felt sophisticated, dangerous. Perfect. I claimed a spot at the long, polished bar, ordering a French 75. The first sip was crisp, cold, bracing. I ordered another.

On Christmas Eve, with the temperature at thirteen below zero, a blizzard shut down the interstate in northern New Jersey. The motel at North Ridge Travel Plaza had only two heated rooms left. My hands and feet were numb with cold, but I still walked happily toward Daniel Walker, my husband of five years, a man known for his thoughtfulness. Instead, he walked right past me and handed the last two room keys to his first love Claire Miller, who had just ended her marriage, and her dog Buddy. A woman stranded beside us watched enviously. "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. He even got a separate room for the dog." Daniel didn't correct her or look back at me. He was too busy taking off his down j

“This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.” “Gushy…” It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “You know… The happy cry ones. Heck, I even tear up when the Grinch’s heart grows at the end of that little cartoon.” She sighed. “But to be fair, I’ve been known to get teary at a heart-tugging commercial at Christmas time.” “Yeah… I don’t do Christmas.” “So, I’ve noticed,” she said, tipping her head to one side to study him. If anything, his features had tightened, his eyes had grown darker. Just the mention of the holiday had been enough to close him up tight. And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

His breathing intensified, and unconsciously, he squeezed the cool fingers. "Think of the stalls as a starless sky, a waveless sea of darkness," Julian's voice, smooth as honey, was a soothing melody that only heightened the headiness and emotions surging like river rapids. "There is nothing there. Dance like you do for me, only me. Forget all the others. Dance as you dream." "Dance as I dream..." Noelle repeated in a hoarse whisper, praying that the dream would not transform into a nightmare. "Dance only for you. Your music..."

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

“Alright. Alright.” The doors opened. And Melody forgot how to breathe. The rooftop was nothing short of breathtaking. Soft Christmas lights were strung above them in delicate lines, glowing warmly against the night sky. Olive branches adorned the railings, woven with subtle gold accents. Small Santa ornaments hung playfully overhead, swaying gently in the breeze. Candles flickered across the tables, their flames dancing as if alive. She was ushered to a beautifully set table positioned perfectly at the center. As she sat down, soft music began to play. At first, she thought it was recorded until the lights shifted slightly, and she noticed them.

The drive back from the marina was conducted in a heavy, strained silence. Cami sat in the back of the SUV with Ariana, her hand tightly gripping Ariana’s as if she were afraid her friend might vanish if she let go. Mateo drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his reflection in the rearview mirror a constant, watchful presence. When they finally entered the foyer of the mansion, the festive Christmas decorations—the towering tree, the garlands, the flickering candles—seemed mocking. The "perfect family Christmas" Cami had envisioned was a fractured mess.