Fragile A Christmas Story Novels & Stories

This wasn't another façade, this was just plain Hansel. "I'm always here for you, right? You were never alone." I tugged a cheerful smile, hoping it would make him feel better. I should set aside my wise self for now, so I could make amends with him. "I'm sorry I became so coward to face my fragility by pretending I was strong while in the inside . . . I was completely wretched. I don't know Mom's intentions but whenever I open up to her, she just asks for more money and she was never too serious about business things," he explained further while tears of pain continuously fell down his cheeks.

We had forged an unbreakable bond, not just between us, but within the expanded family that now stood united against any future storm. As we stood on the threshold of a new chapter in our lives, we carried with us the lessons learned, the scars earned, and the unwavering belief in the power of love. Our story, filled with contract marriages, one-night stands, betrayals, secret babies, and unexpected twists, had transformed into a testament of resilience, forgiveness, and the unbreakable strength of family.

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."

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

The doctor says and then we take our seats. he pin drop silence in the doctor's room is killing me. I didn’t want to be here in the first place. My mother who never cared for me in her whole life forced me here today to come. The doctor is reading the test result silently. Every second is just feels like a year. Only the ticking sound of the watch can be heard. I feel like time somehow passing very slowly. I just want to get out from here. After reading the nurses the doctor sigh and then said-

I giggled, “I do... Because there’s this movie that you’ve probably never seen, but it has given me a deep fear of walking on glass. It’s called Die Hard, and it’s one of the best Christmas movies ever.” Cas picked me up from the floor, “then we’ll sleep in another room. And I’ll clean it up tomorrow. And how can a Christmas movie be called Die Hard? It doesn't even sound Christmasy.” “You like carrying me way too much.” I said, my legs around his waist. I'd show him the movie another time. “You don’t mind it one bit, Ley. Now be a good girl and stop being stubborn, because I don’t want to fight anymore.”

"We thought it would be perfect! And even though we know Sophia and Arthur married on Christmas Eve, which is why he now cannot stand Christmas, we now want to give him another reason to love Christmas." The knot in my stomach tightened, and my hands began to shake. I was gripping the edges of the plate too hard, and before I knew it, the plate slipped from my trembling fingers and crashed to the floor. The sound of breaking porcelain startled everyone in the room. For a moment, there was complete silence as all eyes turned towards me.

I gasped, my mouth falling open as I was at a loss for words. I sighed, fixing the white comforter over him as I mustered a gentle smile. “Honey, listen, I can't just bring Santa to you,” I explained softly, and his little nose scrunched up into a frown, but I ignored it and continued anyways, “You have to eat so you can get better; then we can go see Santa.” I tried to talk him out of the idea as I pushed back some strands of dark, curly hair that had fallen over his forehead. “I don't believe you!” he yelled, and I gasped, my eyes widening in shock at his abrupt outburst.

"Rest. I'll be just outside if you need anything." When the door closed behind him, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. The room is beautiful, filled with white roses and soft lights and Christmas magic. But it feels like a cage. A gilded, perfect cage. I look at the Christmas tree again. Something about it bothers me. The ornaments are expensive, tasteful, and perfect. But they don't feel like mine. Nothing in this room feels like mine except the fear growing in my chest. What kind of life did I have before the accident? Why can't I remember the man who claims to love me? And why does every cell in my body tell me that I'm not safe here, even though he's given me every reason to

The downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.