Giada's Holiday Handbook Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Jasper estate was right next to the Riley estate, so passing by it was unavoidable. Charlotte’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. A wave of bitterness welled up in her chest. Though dinner was traditionally the highlight of the day, the lunch at her family’s home was already a lavish spread. Alongside some of Charlotte’s favorite homemade dishes, the table was covered with imported seafood—lobster, king crab, even coral trout. Charlotte pulled out a small gift and handed it to Jodie with a smile. “Happy holidays! This is a little something from me.” Desmond chuckled and handed both Charlotte and Jodie their gifts. “One for the little one and one for the grown-up. Everyone gets a holi

I need everything I can save to get them out of Korea as quickly as possible when USCIS and the State department finish processing their applications. “Is it just me, or was that more than you usually buy?” I ask as I emerge from the cellar. Grace has lunch set for us at the countertop bar, and at the smell of hot food, my stomach gives a loud growl. As if I haven’t already embarrassed myself enough today, I think, apologizing quickly. “It smells wonderful.” I wash my hands at the sink, then wait to pull out Grace’s chair as she comes around the counter. “Thank you.” Grace unfolds a paper napkin across her lap. “It is more than usual. For the holidays—Christmas and New Year’s. I expect you’r

“We could use some help with the decorations. Come on, it’s Christmas morning—we need all hands on deck!” “Coming!” she answered, already stepping away. She could feel Chad’s eyes on her as she walked off but she didn't look back. ~••~ Two Hours Later The Grand Hall was filled with lots of people by every corner. Jasmine stood at the left corner looking at the decorations she'd helped put up and trying—and failing—not to glance at Olivia. During the entire hour with Georgia, she had tried her best to avoid Olivia's stares. As Ava had told her, Olivia knew and the glares proved it.

The patio door burst open, and Chloe ran back in, covered in snowflakes, shivering but smiling. "It's beautiful! It's so sexy!" She flopped back onto the rug, grinning at us. Then she looked at the book in my lap and wrinkled her nose. "A textbook? Dad, seriously? That is literally the lamest gift in the history of Christmas." "Maya understands the value of discipline," Silas said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine. "And commitment to long-term investments." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. Heat crept up my neck.

It’s Lucy, and she is having a little kidnapping situation with her daughter and the child's father, and they need to travel to Indianapolis. After the call, Jalen takes the phone, charming her with promises of help and private jets. When he hands it back, I smile. “Thank you for that.” “Lucy’s family,” he says, kissing my forehead. We settle back in. As I plug in my phone, an email pops up from Hunter. Holiday Party. December 20th. Black tie. Gold, black, and white. I close it and look at Jalen. “I just got the invitation.”

As we walk through the large body of people, a group of security guards surround our arriving group, causing the sea of people to part ways as they show us to our cabana. "Holy shit." Jovana gasps as her eyes widen in shock at the luxurious display set before us. My eyes roam upon the large plates of finger foods alongside the huge wall of expensive bottles that I couldn't even pronounce. As I step further into the sectioned area Elias then removes himself from my side before going over to one of the guards. Without hesitation I immediately run over to Heidi for safety, not wanting to give Elias the opportunity to come near me again. "God this croissant is amazingggg." Heidi says, dragging h

He bowed down his head while I embark on my journey back home. The aroma of freshly baked bread beat through my eardrums. I was met with Cindy holding a tray towards the dining. "What's the occasion Cindy?" I asked making my way towards the dining table. "I was going through my recipe book when I found one that Gianna gave me. So I decided to try it out" So it's about Gianna. When did they even have that time to discuss about recipe. "And what is this?" I asked accessing it. "Its bread stuffed with grapes"

It was pathetic, really. He truly believed that by masking his scent and weaving these thin veils of domesticity, he could keep me in the dark. No thanks, I already ate, I lied. Just looking at the eggs and toast made my stomach churn with a wave of nausea. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Elise. Giada is having lunch at that Italian spot near your office today. Noon. Crystal Global's intel is never wrong. She texted. A sharp spark of adrenaline hit me. I looked at Luka, forcing a bright, pleasant smile—the kind that didn't reach my eyes.

“May you build a life stronger than the walls that have tried to keep you apart.” The applause was warm, genuine. Ellie leaned into Amy, the knot in her chest loosening just enough to breathe. Gifts began to appear on a long oak table—boxes wrapped in silver paper, ribbons curled like vines, baskets of wine and bread, delicate handmade blankets for the baby that wasn’t even here yet. Amy looked mildly overwhelmed. Ellie felt a strange mix of gratitude and wariness, aware that generosity in their world often came with strings. Giulia hovered on the edge of the adults’ circle, engaging in light conversation, smiling when appropriate, sipping her wine. She accepted a flute of champagne from a p

Someone else was testing a speaker, the music cutting in and out like the town itself was practicing for a celebration. And Gia—Gia moved through it all like she belonged at the center. “Here,” she said, handing a box to one of the cousins. “Put these on the table. And don’t forget the candles. We need candles.” When she noticed me watching, she smiled brightly. “Are you okay, Althea? You look pale.” “I’m fine,” I said, keeping my voice light. Gia hummed, her eyes sliding briefly to my ring. “Just nerves, then.”