Novelas y relatos de Giada's Holiday Handbook

It was as if they could devour everything. How dare Giada exploit the rules of the Clarke family! “Giada, who are you to order me with the rules of the Clarke family?” Philip replied coldly. Giada did not say anything. She took out a letter from her pocket and there was the word ‘Clarke’ written on it. There was also a stamp of the golden island on the bottom left corner. She snorted and smirked. She said, “Before I left, I asked your father for a letter. There’s also the signatures of all of your uncles.”

Gia quipped playfully, not taking her rant seriously. “Actually, Gia, this might be a genius idea. Ask your friend about it. I’m totally down to try it.” “Imagine it—us living the high life in NYC, and all we have to do is suck some old man’s cock,” Gia said sarcastically. “Shut up, bitch,” Jade laughed, throwing the empty ramen soup wrapper playfully at her friend. The next morning, Jade found herself in the throes of retail hell. She used to love the holidays—until she had to brave the hordes of crazed last-minute shoppers from the other side of the counter.

They couldn't be bothered to, anyway. George's holiday usually lasted until the seventh day of the New Year holiday. Thus, he was at leisure during these few days. At this moment, he was just reading the newspaper. Although he usually used his mobile phone to read the news, he occasionally still read the newspaper. This was more eye-friendly. It was normal for him to bring gifts back when he went home during the New Year celebration. George directly ordered the housekeeper to prepare some supplements suitable for the elders. And he left the rest for the housekeeper to deal with.

Lorene thanked her, overwhelmed by her generosity. Jada pulled out a cashmere scarf as Phyllis walked into the room and handed it to her. “Here, this is for my favorite cook,” she told her. Phyllis too was overwhelmed with gratitude for their sweet employer. “Ms. Jada, I don’t know what to say! It’s so beautiful! Thank you,” Phyllis told her.

He carried her into the room and pressed her against the bed. ... Simon fell asleep in the middle of the night. Gladyce took out her phone and looked at the time, only to find a text message on it. Huh? It was a strange number. The content of the message was also very strange. "Are you used to using your right hand to write now?" "Sha tea noodles, crystal shrimp dumplings, small steamed buns, do you still like them?" "..." Gladyce looked at the information and her sleepiness immediately dissipated. These were all little habits of her life, and most people wouldn't know about them, especially those left-handed ones... She had long since changed her mind, and she usually wouldn't use her left

“I’m just used to being so cold. You know Ben’s house is always freezing like it’s closer to heaven.” Her lips twitch into a smirk. “What?” I eye her. “When’s Leo coming? You are miserable and you smell like that cereal you have been eating every day for the past week,” I tease her. “I’m fine, and I don’t need Leo,” she scrunches up her nose. “Fuck, Leo.” “Hmmn, yeah, sure,” I nod sarcastically. “Hillary, pizza?” Jodha offers me the box of still-hot pizza. “Of course,” I take the box, trying not to overreact. Trust me when I say Georgia’s mom makes the best pizza you can ever find in the world. It’s so good. She has magic hands.

"Liam Lawson is building a holiday resort out in the suburbs. Shall we go there for some relaxation once this busy period is over?" "We'll see." They would probably be divorced by then. Henry said nothing and continued massaging Gabriella for a while. "Do you feel better?" "Yes." Henry was pretty good at massaging. He must have developed this skill over the past three years. Very soon, Maria served dinner. They sat down at the table, and Henry served Gabriella. "Thank you." Gabriella suddenly thought of something and asked, "Oh right, where's my present?" Henry paused and looked a little awkward. "Hannah really liked that bracelet …"

I smiled, plopping up on the stool while Rylee passed a glass of water and Gideon leaned on the Island. I watched Jaxon stir fry some ingredients while Dante served me and Rylee the pasta. “Thank you, Dante” Rylee said as she picked up her fork and started eating, I did the same too. “How is your Holiday?” Jaxon asked me to turn slightly, throwing his head slightly over his shoulder. “Great,” I answered, “This is delicious,” I praised. “Thanks, Dante made it” Jaxon nodded towards Dante's direction. “Thanks for this delicious Pasta” I and Ryle

Christmas Day was finally here. A festive warmth filled the Moretti mansion, with holiday jingles playing softly in the background. Downstairs, the dining table was packed with a breakfast. The rich scent of fresh pastries, pancakes, coffee and hot chocolate filled the room. Gianna could barely sit still. She was bouncing in her seat, happily talking about the number of gift boxes she had opened early that morning. "I got eleven presents!" she announced proudly, holding up both hands before quickly adding, "No... twelve! Grandpa gave me another one."

My adoptive parents always said Christmas was for family—no matter where you were, you came home. But Marco had sighed. “Gianna is here. Just stay put for now. It would ruin the holiday if she threw a fit. I’ll have someone send you pasta and pizza.” I had nodded eagerly. “Okay, as long as it’s Mom’s cooking. I’ll buy my own groceries!” He had smiled and left. But that night, from dusk till late, nothing came. The next morning, he texted apologetically: 【Sorry, Elena. I was decorating the tree with Gianna and forgot about the food. Did you eat?】