Enhypen Christmas Novels & Stories

I loved Ric with all my heart and I always hoped that one day he would love me too. When we first kissed in the hospital bed, I thought I was delusional. I thought it had all been a dream, after all I was very drugged with so many drugs. But the second time, on the beach, I thought I was going to faint from happiness. I was so accomplished that I had already made all the plans in my head. I really wanted to marry Ric, but I didn't know if he was on the same wavelength as me. That's why I went to talk to Dr. Marcondes. I told him how much I loved his son. We talked for hours and when I told him I had taken a course in reiki and meditation to treat illness, he was very interested. We agreed to

If only he knows I won’t see him. The plasters on his face are gone. And he looks cold, very cold. For the first time in months, I find myself unable to hold back my tears. They pour out uncontrollably as I rest my weight on the window, grabbing my chest and finding it hard to stop my lips from quivering. What a bloody Christmas it has been. Playlist: Come And Get Me (Selena Gomez) – Tara and Zeath Kamin (EMIN, JONY) – Tara and Zeath.

Jordan Hall sighed as he pushed the grocery cart forward, the squeaky wheel wobbling with every uneven rotation. It felt as if it were a metaphor of his life, almost screaming under the weight of the emotional storm raging inside of him. The grocery store was warm and crowded, buzzing with shoppers wrapped in puffy coats, glittering scarves, and festive hats. Holiday music jingled overhead—songs that normally made him nostalgic, made him smile, made him feel grounded in the season. But not today. Today, everything felt distant, muted, like he was separated from the rest of the world by a thick sheet of glass. Everyone else was moving on with their cheerful holiday errands while Jordan trudge

Cole might have been the clown in Jake's class but he sure as hell was a freaking celebrity to the rest of the school-or maybe just very popular. Yeah well,Who cares? Both of them sounded pretty much the same to Jake. The 'Halloween Hype danceoff'-as it was called, was way bigger than last year's, with more kids joining in the charade when of Cole's guys set down a Hi-Fi sound system which he had dragged in with him. "Cole might be a jackass," began Julia, "but he sure does know how to throw a party!" With that, Matt's sister got up and left to join in on the fun.

I replied, my voice a whisper. He opened his arms, a simple gesture, an invitation for a Christmas hug. I hesitated for less than a second before moving into his space. His arms wrapped around me, firm and secure. His scent—wood, cold night air, something inherently Marco—enveloped me. My face pressed against his chest, and I felt his heart beating strong and steady against my temple. It was a hug that lasted only seconds, but I felt it in every cell of my body. When we pulled apart, the cold air felt cutting on my skin where his warmth had been.

*** Song: Selena Gomez (Rare) Baby, You've been so distant from me lately And lately Don't even wanna call you baby Pre-chorus Saw us getting older Burning toast on my toaster My ambitions were too high Waiting up for you upstairs Why you act like am not there Baby, right now it feels like Chorus It feels like you don't care Why don't you recognize I'm so rare Always there You don't do the same for me That's not fair I don't have it all Am not claiming to But I know that I'm special yeah And I bet there's somebody else out there To tell me I'm rare To make me feel rare. *** 24th Christmas eve 🌲🌲🌲 Subtle background music played in the huge outlet meant for the birthday party and everyone m

Now, on Christmas Eve, he was alone in the cold, surrounded by strangers who were celebrating with their families. He wanted that too. A family. To call his own. As he stood there, shivering in the cold, Andrew made a wish. He wished for a family, one that would love him and accept him for who he was. And then, something strange happened. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and a warm light began to glow around him. Suddenly, he found himself in a different place, a place where Christmas was in full swing. There were carolers singing in the streets, and people were laughing and smiling as they carried packages home.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

"Want everything." "Then let's plan for everything." She pulled the papers closer. "New Year's Day. We tell my father together. We're prepared for anger, for hurt, for rejection. But we're also united. We don't apologize for loving each other. We just ask him to try to understand." "And if he can't?" "Then we move forward anyway. Together." Nelson stared at the calendar, and January first circled in red. Their deadline. Their declaration of independence.

“Yes, I know. But surely no one will mind just a quick update. I mean, really, how am I supposed to relax and enjoy the birthday celebrations coming up for the Big Guy’s son if I’m worried about Memory?” “This is our most festive time of the year as well,” Stella agreed. “The angel choir is working on a new song right now. Whitney Houston will be singing a solo.” “Lovely!” Helen said, giggling to punctuate her enthusiasm. “I would love to hear it. And I would love to know how my Memory is doing.” She tipped her forehead forward, her eyes wide, hoping Stella would see the desperation.