Extraordinary Christmas Glee Novels & Stories

Then the countdown to Christmas began around us. “Ten!” He leaned down and whispered, “Aurora.” I looked up at him, my heart pounding wildly and my breath catching. “Nine!” “You’re stronger than you think, and as we are about to celebrate Christmas, I want you to be happy.” “Eight!” My heart squeezed painfully at his words, and I felt tears well up in my eyes. “Seven!” “And you deserve the best things this new Christmas.” “Six!” The tears streamed down my face. “Five!”

"There's no way I would miss Christmas Eve dinner here while in town. It reminds me of old times. Of how much I've missed." "This isn't your home." Khloe's voice cut through the false pleasantries. "Will never be. So take your ugly face and get out." For once, her anger was directed at the right target. "Okay, everyone." Mrs. Hartley raised her hands, trying to smooth over what couldn't be smoothed. "Calm down. All this rage isn't good for the spirit of Christmas. And especially not for Gloria." She was right. But nobody was listening. Marcus's smile had frozen on his face. Cinnamon stared at Marcus. Khloe looked ready to leap across the table. Mrs. Wealth's face had gone blank, that careful

Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you . “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells

I whispered. He shrugged. "Guess so." And that's how Christmas Eve turned into something I didn't expect—something more than I'd hoped for. Having Creed on top, however, made Christmas Night special. Charged with this unspoken element between us. Something that neither of us would or could tell, yet somehow existed nonetheless. It continued snowing outside, and I couldn't help but think maybe, just possibly, this Christmas miracle was just what I needed. Creed's pov

Why doesn’t he just say it? A long, loud howl fills the air, cutting through the tension and making everyone freeze. That’s the signal everyone’s been waiting for. Kael’s eyes flicker to me, his brows knitting. “Don’t wander off, mute,” he growls. “We’re not saving you tonight—it’s Christmas Eve, and we’re spending it with OUR family and friends.” My heart pinches in my chest hearing his bitter words. I’ve never purposely ruined any celebration; it’s always them who make trouble for me.

I hadn’t decided yet. But standing there next to him, away from the house and Mike and all the mess, I didn’t feel quite as broken as I had an hour ago. I took a sip of my drink and shrugged. “Maybe one more song.” The music slowed into something heavier, bass throbbing low like a heartbeat. The stage lights painted everything red and gold, fake snow still drifting lazily from the ceiling. Derek, the real Father Christmas was down to just the pants and hat now, grinding against a laughing bachelorette party while they screamed and waved twenties.

Earlier on, I didn't think the evening could get any better, but it has. We get interrupted by the doorbell ringing, which confuses me, seeing as everyone is here. "Are you expecting anyone?" I ask Dean. And suddenly I realize the whole mood around me has changed, and I can't put my finger on it whether it's good or bad. They're simply acting strange. Well, everyone besides Gale and Brent who simply give me a warm smile. "Guess it's time for your special guest, and the next Christmas present," is all that Dean replies before pushing me direction door.

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Lisa glanced up toward the ceiling and scowled. Kari snorted and laughed. "Wait... before you answer that, Sis, what the hell was that look for, Lisa?" Lisa glanced down, her expression softening. "Oh. It's the Christmas music. My God I hate it. It's everywhere right now. They were playing Jingle Bells while I was trying to piss and I swear I peed all over the seat from dancing to it. It's driving me crazy." "You're so vulgar." Sicily's turn to scowl. "I'm going to ask for my Christmas wish to be that you're less vulgar this next year."