Fragile A Christmas Story Novels & Stories

He questions. I immediately swallow all of the saliva in fear as I go to say the first excuse that came to mind. "Dad to answer your question the noise you hear earlier was Jack knocking on my window and me trying to help him up. He’s only shirtless because at the concert tonight I managed to grab it and security chased me down trying to get it back. But, obviously I wanted to keep it as a souvenir so I ran straight home with it but I guess he found my address through the ticket purchases so he came to get it since his shirt was an exclusive. When I heard you knocking I got afraid so the first thing I did was shove him in my closet because I didn’t want you to think that it was something tha

My breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a delicate necklace—a simple but beautiful piece with a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. “I want to start over,” he said softly, his gaze locking onto mine. “To pick up the pieces of what we had and build something even stronger. THE FRAGMENTS OF OUR MARRIAGE, Let’s pick it up …Aurora, will you be my girlfriend? Will you give us another chance?” Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I nodded, smiling through the overwhelming emotions. “Yes, Zayn. I will.” The relief and joy in his eyes were unmistakable as he fastened the necklace around my neck. Then, without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was soft, slow, and fi

He wasn’t sure how would he console Denzel. He let out a shaky breath and put his head on the backrest. Bright looked at him with so much pain in his eyes. Why he had to suffer always? Why it was always Cyrus hurting in the end? Why always he was supposed to be strong for everyone. He had seen him. When Tasha was kidnapped and murdered. When Denzel hide the truth of his pregnancy. And now.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

I looked at him coldly. "Leaving? The first thing you say when you wake up is to kick me out?" Noah raised his voice. His chest heaved violently, whether from anger or hurt, I couldn't tell. "Noah, what right do you have to question me?" "On Christmas Day, you left me alone in that room for Heidi. On the way back from the banquet, you threw your feverish fiancee on the side of the road to go save Heidi. "You left me behind again and again. You broke my heart again and again. So what's wrong with me asking you to leave now?"

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.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

Side by side, Christina and I strolled through the gallery, taking in the vibrant artwork. Christina's love and knack for art were off the charts. She had a way of uncovering the hidden tales in each piece from angles no one else seemed to see. "Erick, check out this painting." She gestured towards an oil painting named 'Nirvana', her eyes alight with excitement. "It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, feathers scorched but eyes blazing with hope and strength for what's ahead. It reminds me of you." Her words caught me off guard, and I turned to her.

Was it ridiculous for her to start thinking she might actually be a part of their family someday? Sending a text back to him thanking him for the pictures, wishing him the best time ever, and reminding him not to run with scissors, she set her phone aside and tried to concentrate on the movie. It was the story of a woman trying to check everything off of her Christmas to-do list before Christmas Eve. A handsome stranger appears and soon he begins to help her celebrate the most magical Christmas she’s ever had. Could that be Melody? Would this Christmas with Reid and Michael be so special she would no longer celebrate Christmas transfixed on her loss and memories from the past?

I won’t stick around to hear his latest fabricated story defending that fucking Kelsey. I stride out, ignoring the fiery glares from Peggy and Kelsey. I’m certain the memory of my hands around Kelsey’s neck will haunt her, teaching her to steer clear of my path. This chaotic mess needs fixing; my family is disordered, I’m disordered, but I need Christine. She grounds me, makes me whole, and I have to get her back—even if it involves making a deal with that bastard, Tyler Rains.