Ddlc Christmas Novels & Stories

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.

Jaxon and I burst into laughter, and I lean into his hold as we both watch Aunt May and Sally hop together in pure excitement. Oh, this is by far the best Christmas ever.

Honored the guy's final wish, like closing a chapter. "So, this is where we hold our musicals," Druscilla said, pushing open the heavy door with a soft creak. The room sprawled out before us, crammed with instruments—gleaming guitars on stands, a drum set tucked in the corner, violins resting like sleeping birds on velvet cases. Christmas lights twinkled from the rafters, casting a warm, multicolored glow, and a massive tree loomed in the center, decked out with ornaments that shimmered like stars. The whole place screamed holiday cheer, even though the season was long gone.

Ricky sits in the floor by Wyatt's feet. “What are we watching?” Wyatt asks. “The Santa Clause 2.” Ricky answers. “Ah, Callie's favorite.” Wyatt says and Ricky laughs. “Yep. We each got to pick a movie. I chose Home Alone 2, Val chose Annabelle's Wish, Van chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas and this is what Callie picked. You get to pick next.” Ricky tells Wyatt. He laughs. “Just don't pick Die Hard. Wilder picks that every year as his Christmas movie. Callie always fusses.”

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

Jana's desk was across the aisle - she was responsible for tracking product shipments while Shelby coordinated accounts receivable. Shelby nodded. "None of us want to go, but Mr. Holiday, Senior, still insists we show up, tug our forelocks and get presented with a new set of livery." "That's it, I'm cutting you off from historical romance novels," Jana said with a laugh. "Although, god, that's just about what it feels like sometimes. Wouldn't it be nice if they'd just hand us the bonus check and kick us out the door early?" "Face it, girlfriend." Shelby wrinkled her nose. "We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas p

Since the mother-in-law had given her present to Liberty, Duncan’s aunts and sisters-in-law handed their Christmas gifts to Liberty subsequently. Liberty did not expect to receive so many gifts. She simply followed Duncan over to have a meal. She could not reject the Christmas gifts either. They would be upset and think she disliked the gifts. Therefore, she had no choice but to accept everything. Sonny, who had returned after having a blast outside with Isaac, also received Christmas presents. After dinner, Liberty pushed Duncan out for a stroll, and Sonny and Isaac tagged along. However, the two children started running and soon disappeared from their sight.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

"We should do it again." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Maybe next time we can argue about whether DieHard is a Christmas movie." "It's obviously not." "See? Already a second date topic." Luca got out of the car. "Thanks, Dante. For trying." "Thanks for giving me a chance."

Seated on one of the stools, I down the entire thing in one go. Fuck! My throat burns at the sensation of raw, hot whiskey falling down my throat. “Mrs Delucca," a female voice calls out to me. I turn around and find a maid standing there staring at me wide eyed like she just saw me drink blood and not whiskey. “The boss says you're not allowed to drink alcohol." Not allowed? What I'm I, Fourteen? “Well," I begin, pouring another glass and taking a huge gulp. “You can go and tell your boss to go fuck himself. Now get lost."