Fragile A Christmas Story Novels & Stories

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

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

“This is going to sound really weird, but, a few weeks ago, maybe the first day you were in Christmas Falls, you stopped by the coffee shop, didn’t you?” He thought for a second, his head tipped up to the sky. “Uh, I’m not sure. Maybe. Why?” “Well, that day, I was sitting outside of the coffee house before I opened the store, sipping a latte, my grandma’s journal on the bench next to me because I intended to start reading it. I still haven’t done that. Anyway, I got up to leave and left the journal there.” She rolled her eyes, knowing that was the second time she’d left that particular gift for her grandmother behind. She was going to lose it one of these days if she wasn’t more careful. “As

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

The faint sound of reinforced doors sealing echoed through the floors like a warning bell. Aria’s breathing sped up again. “This is my fault.” I caught her face between my hands before she could spiral further. Her skin was warm. Her pulse wild beneath my thumbs. “This is not your fault,” I said firmly. “This started long before you ever knew my name.” Her eyes searched mine, desperate. “Then why do I feel like everything I touch breaks.” Because someone broke you first. Because they never gave you a chance to be ordinary. I didn’t say it.

find it anywhere. So it's Christmas eve and he's still searching, and while he's out looking for stores, he comes across a strange women he's never seen before, and she promises him to help him find the gift for his daughter. First, though, they help this homeless person, then they stop at an orphanage to see some kids, then visit a lonely old women who just wanted some company on Christmas eve. At this point, mysterious women asks Harry Preston what he wants for Christmas, and he says he wants his wife back. She brings him to the city fountain and tells him to look in the water and he'll find what he's looking for. When he looks in the water, he sees the face of his little girl, and he bre

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z