Free Xmas Stories Novels & Stories

Cyrus was right, if I had goals. “Can you use magic to help?” Jane offered. “I can imagine a good grade.” Suddenly, the daunting task seemed attainable. “Esmerelda!” Cyrus and Ghost exclaimed. “What does the pack do for Christmas?” I winked at Jane. She understood my tactic. “Christmas?” “Isn’t it next week?” “I suppose it is.” “Can I invite Uncle Harris?” “Maybe we can celebrate at the bar.” Cyrus deflected. “I need to look forward to something joyous.”

He is the crime Lord and I knew very well that he was the one teaching Pete all those mischievous things he did but even at that,we always enjoyed his stay because Uncle G was very very generous with his cash…unlike aunt Caroline who was the stingy queen. Later that night,we began to hear bands and musical instruments playing loudly down the street and we immediately knew that it was the Christmas Carol that was announced in the church that day. We were so excited and wanted to join but didn't know how to tell Dad. It was already half past eight at night and him letting us out by that time was all on miracle but we still gave it a trial. “This is Christmas and it's just once in a year, let's

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

We glided across the ice, our hands entwined. “I've always wanted to ice-skate with you,” Alex said, his eyes shining. I smiled. “Your Christmas magic is unforgettable.” As we took a break, sipping hot cocoa, I asked. “Alex, what's your favorite Christmas memory?” Alex's expression softened. “Meeting you. That's my best Christmas gift.” My heart swelled. “Mine too.” Suddenly, fireworks erupted above the city. Alex swept me into his arms. “Merry Christmas, Layla. Forever and always.”

Every Christmas, the family come together and chose a particular place to spend our Christmas. Sometimes it can be in our house or theirs and also it can be another country. This life has really treat me well. No more trouble. No more god of aparakubem. No more battle. We are free now. Free from the past. No more virgin prostitute. Am now a great woman with a lovely husband and beautiful kids. Am so happy with my life. This is me. The End.....

Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug. “I promise, there will be lots of trees when we get into town. But remember, we’re getting a little one this year, okay?” Because of the Grinch and his aversion to all things festive. “I know! It’s like a fairy tree because it’s tiny and can go on a table to put in our room because Kaleb doesn’t like Christmas.” Her head tipped to one side. “How come he doesn’t, Mommy? Everybody likes presents. And Santa… And the reindeers, and Christmas trees filled with lights and all the merry stuff… How come, Mommy?”

Hello everyone. I know I usually update daily, but it’s Xmas time and it’s the busiest time of the year for me at work and at home. I have been playing with the elf on the shelf every night creating the magic for my little ones and now it’s time to disconnect from the internet and enjoy some time with them. I will be working Xmas day so I am trying to make magic and spend as much time as possible with my family before that. I hope you all understand and I hope you’re enjoying Wyatt’s story.

The night before Christmas, my husband makes it official with his 49th mistress. "Love of my life, @TiffanyVale." "Love of my life, @RomanBlackwell." Then he turns to me and tries to smooth it over. "She lost a dare. Don't take it to heart." Everyone laughs at me, but I don't make a scene. What they don't know is that I have a deal with the System. Every time Roman cheats, a year of his life transfers to me. By now, his 80 years are down to just one. All I have to do is make it past New Year's, and he drops dead of natural causes. Then I can take our three children and inherit the Blackwell family's trillion-dollar fortune.

I stare down at the letter, my heart squeezing, and I sigh softly, feeling overly emotional as I look at his large handwriting. “No. Surprisingly…” I reply softly before I begin reading out the letter. “Dear Santa, I know I’m not a good boy, but I promise I won’t begin to play with fire this year even if it looks so fun, but in return I want you to let my Mommy and Daddy become a big happy family again. So, I can have them always. Love, Alpha Xander.” We’re both silent before Sebastian chuckles lightly. “Alpha Xander, the kid’s got confidence.”

’ speeches… She drained hot chocolate from her large ‘Rudolf the Reindeer’ mug and stood, padding across the wooden floor in her socks and slippers to restart the Frank Sinatra album. Maybe it was wrong that she was in such a good mood, newly divorced and absolutely alone on Christmas… but she was. She wanted to be happy. And right now, Mr. Sinatra, stimulating romance novels, and copious amounts of hot chocolate were all she needed to be happy. And, maybe later, Mr. ‘Great Scott’.