Ddlc Christmas Novels & Stories

A giant banner hangs above the stage: CHRISTMAS EVE BASH — HOSTED BY THE CLASS OF DANNY WESTLEY, WOODBLOCK CITY HIGH Everyone looks perfect tonight. Girls in sparkly dresses. Guys in suits they probably borrowed from their dads. Laughter everywhere. I clutch a small silver gift box like it’s keeping me alive. I wrapped it myself, painfully, cramping my fingers. Inside is a silver bracelet. D + C engraved on the inside. Simple, perfect, mine and Danny’s little secret. I skipped lunch for a week, worked extra shifts, swore it would be worth it. Tonight is supposed to be our night. Danny promised.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

That was weird because he had a look in his eyes that she didn't understand. Daniel noticed. “You good? Who's that?” He asked as he got in. “Yeah,” she said. “That’s my colleague. Dr. Davy.” He glanced at the gift bag she was holding. “He came bearing gifts, huh?” She laughed. “It’s Christmas.” “Well,” Daniel said, smiling, “now I need to up my game.” “It’s not a competition,” she said. “You think so?” “I know so.” He started the car. “We’re going skating first. The movie is in three hours.”

Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

"So he came here today to test your limits." "He's afraid." Dominic picked up the pen again. "The more he rushes to warn me to stop, the more it proves that 'Mr. D' is very close to him." Christmas Eve fell with a silent, heavy snow. A Christmas tree stood in the center of the Kessler villa’s living room, tiny lights flickering among the branches. Dorothea stood on her tiptoes, hanging the final deep-red ornament. Mrs. Cooper steadied her, turning to Drake. "This house has been cold for so many years. It finally feels like a home."

he told them while rolling his eyes. "You promised all of us you would give us gifts. You're unfair, Miss Felicity," Daldalita blurted out like a child. Other servants agreed with her, nodding their heads. "Yeah, I did, but Christmas is over," Felicity reasoned out. Felicity could see the protest and disappointment on their faces and he kind of enjoyed it. "There is still Valentine's Day," Daldalita hissed. "Why, do you even have a heart?" Felicity teased her.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

It was a testament to the unity and deep connections we shared. On Christmas Eve, we gathered in the grand hall, the air humming with an electric energy. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, as Golder stepped forward, her voice filled with joy and gratitude. She spoke of love, unity, and the true spirit of Christmas. Her words resonated with each pack member, reminding us of the precious bonds that held us together.