Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

NOT TRISTAN'S TYPE It's been roughly two months since she shut the door on her relationship. Two months since she rescued Blurin from dying of hypothermia. A month away from Christmas. The snow fell at a more heavy pace. Townswomen and children has started putting up decorations and adding the celebratory 'Seasons Greeting!' to their salutations. Steinfield is always lively this time of year. The airplane crash? Shutting down of the airport? The town's people have a lot to be grateful for. Charlie Jordan, especially.

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

When her life had been hanging by a thread, it was Lawrence who signed the surgery consent form. When the eighth month of Juliette's return rolled around, the Grahams and the Sherwoods gathered for a Christmas Eve dinner, but no one informed Julia about it. She'd specifically traded shifts with her colleague to spend the festive holiday with them. But in the end, her Christmas Eve dinner was a pack of frozen lasagna she'd found in the freezer. Even after it was heated up, she barely had any appetite for it. Instead, she volunteered to do an extra shift at the police station and ultimately spent the night there.

Cold. Arrogant. Beautiful. "Fine." The brothers grinned instantly. Aiden stood from the sofa, towering over the room with terrifying presence. "Let's revisit the past." Thunder cracked outside violently. And somewhere far away. A woman named Isabella Vale had absolutely no idea that the devils she once loved were about to walk back into her life. The devils also have no idea what is actually coming for them.

Give a girl credit where it's due, you know. On top of the incident with Noah , I was feeling more and more homesick with Christmas right around the corner. I could hear the Christmas music from the street and it stung badly. I had never actually been away from home before at Christmas time and despite it not being the most exciting thing in the world with my family, at least it was familiar.

Jasmine loved Christmas so much. She and Hermon used to decorate the Christmas tree at home each year. They would walk through the busy streets on Christmas Day, taking in the joy of everyone around them. However, those beloved Christmas customs had diminished since Jasmine and Thorne relocated overseas. She had actually given up on Christmas completely. She was making an effort to move on. Jasmine was, after all, her daughter, whom she had reared for so many years after carrying for nine months. Now, as she stood in the middle of the thronging masses, memories came flooding back, evoking feelings she had previously dismissed.

As he began to head back toward LIGHTS, Cadence asked, "Can we go home, home?" "What do you mean?" he asked, aware that she was speaking only to him. "I want to go home for Christmas. Will you take me?" Catching her eye in the rearview mirror, he said, "You got it, kid."

So I could meet them or whatever. Logan: Wow. They literally never come home for anything. I think Reece has come home once since he went to college and Raikin hasn’t come home at all. They never come home? Not even for break? I wonder how mom and Curtis convinced them to come home then. I know meeting me couldn’t have been the only reason. Me: They said they wanted to meet me, but I don’t know why they are staying the whole Christmas break. Logan: Me either baby. If you get tired of them, you can come and stay with me. (winky face)

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

During winter break, Margaret kept calling me nonstop. "Christmas is coming and we always spend the holidays together. When are you coming home?" I really did not want to go back, but Adrian's parents had raised me. I could not bring myself to be completely heartless. After thinking it over for a long time, I finally bought a train ticket and headed back to White Moon Pack with a bag full of local souvenirs. The moment I walked through the mansion's front door, I heard Sophia's shrill screaming.