Flaky Happy Tree Friends: Winter Break Novels & Stories

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

Everything they did felt natural, but with the familiarity came a sense of dullness. It felt almost like that was their supposed state. It didn't have the same vibrant, lively energy as Jane and Michael's relationship. Frank squinted his eyes slightly. While Charlotte was wiping Sparrow's mouth, he took out his phone with one hand and snapped a photo, sending it to Zachary. Then he said to Charlotte, "Let’s go to Hokkeada before the New Year. It's snowing right now. This is the best time." Charlotte was a little confused. "It's almost the New Year, let’s not travel around too much. It isn’t convenient to go abroad anyway with the child."

When we break apart, I look into his beautiful eyes and feel a stray tear trickle down my cheek. He wipes it away. "Why are you crying?" I shake my head. "What are we doing, Oak?" "What do you mean?" "This fantasy we're living. It can't continue forever." More tears fall down my cheeks. "We can't carry on like this." Oak kisses away my tears, making my chest ache more. "Let's enjoy today together and not think about anything else. Alright?" He stands. "It's Christmas Day, and I've got the turkey basted and ready to cook. We should go for a walk in the snow."

Bella: Winter break had finally arrived, and although many unpleasant emotions hung in the air, I tried my best to focus on the good things. Hazel and her aunt were leaving for an island in the Western region of Moonfire, the Rune pack’s territory. This trip stirred up old memories for me. Plus, my father had called a while ago to ask if I wanted to spend the holidays with him, and I still hadn’t given him a reply. I didn’t blame him for letting me go, but his desire to have me back, knowing I would always feel like an outcast, made me unsure about going.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

Holding the divorce agreement, she bowed toward the camera. "Happy birthday." Her cold voice echoed through the hall. "Starting today, I have nothing to do with Jason anymore. This marriage is too tiring to maintain, especially with Susan constantly coming between us. Since they're so deeply in love, I'll leave." The screen then turned black, and the crowd erupted into chaos. Everyone looked at Jason and Susan with mockery and disdain. Caleb trembled in anger and raised his walking cane to hit Jason's back. "Bastard! You bastard!"

The mural replays Christmas highlights on loop, each frame a knife and a balm: pack howls under the full moon (deep, rolling, joyous, tearing at my throat with belonging), Brittany’s first two-step with a teen coyote (her laughter bright and free, making my chest tight with envy and love), Noah’s triumphant frybread-eating contest face (crumbs on his chin, cheeks flushed, reminding me of every mortal moment I thought I’d never have again), Riley’s call from Louisiana crackling with laughter and distant toddler squeals that made me cry silent tears into Remy’s shirt. The crown spins lazy above my heart, but it’s not content—it’s clinging. Sending desperate pulses of warmth through my chest li

I stare at the word until the screen goes dark. Fake girlfriend. Professional girlfriend. Holiday girlfriend. Whatever this is, it already feels dangerously real. I fall asleep with snow tapping against my window and a smile I can’t wipe off my face. Next Christmas, I won’t be alone at that table. I’ll have Jackson. And for the first time in years, I’m actually looking forward to the holidays. Even if the whole thing is a beautifully orchestrated lie. Especially because it is. (Word count: 1,243)

As winter approached, the Whispering Woods transformed into a wonderland of frost and snow. The trees stood tall, draped in white, while the ground glistened like a field of diamonds under the sun. Jace and his friends found themselves drawn to the woods more than ever, eager to embrace the beauty of the season and continue their adventures. One chilly afternoon, as they gathered in the clearing, Jace looked around at his friends, bundled up in warm coats and scarves. “What do you think about planning a winter adventure? We could explore the woods and maybe even build a snow fort!”

Breathless, Ronan said, "I couldn’t leave the game earlier, so I had security send you to the hospital. How are you? Are you and the baby okay?" So playing basketball with Brynn mattered more to him than our child. I said nothing. Suddenly, Brynn's voice came through the phone. "Good boy, what are you standing there for? Hurry back. It’s your turn. "Calista just fainted because pregnancy makes her sleepy. You know she can fall asleep anywhere. If you ruin the mood again like last time, I won’t play with you anymore." He quickly ended the call. "Calista, since you’re awake, you must be fine. I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later."