Good Book For Holiday Novels & Stories

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

It's the Christmas season! The days are short, nights are long, showers go longer. There are so many things I love about winter. I love making hot Belgian chocolate and those little marshmallows, I love snuggling up on the couch with a book in my thick robe and furry shoes, a doona draped over me. I love the food associated with winter: soups, casseroles, roasts. I'll be spending my first Christmas in London, and Amelia has invited Edmund and me over to their place for lunch Christmas Eve. I cannot wait to have my first proper winter Christmas. I just hope Edmund can make it. I'm sure that work will die down by then and I can have some quality time with him, the fun Edmund I haven't seen too

With one stipulation, he had to come back! Mrs. H gave Elliot a hand knitted scarf that was every bit as fine as something one would find in a fancy boutique. Elliot gave Mrs. H a years’ subscription to her favorite audiobooks service, along with a gift card for her favorite teas and cakes shop. She too was given the all-expense paid holiday. Elliot gave Mandy so many different things that one could hardly list them all. There were clothing and gift cards to all her favorite shops. Every book in her favorite series had been wrapped up and signed by the author. Mandy felt overwhelmed by the outpouring of love.

A Gift for the Reader A Christmas Story-Ethan and Brynne's Very First Meeting 24 December 2023 London The street was remarkably sparse considering it was Christmas Eve. Probably because it was so damn freezing cold outside people were smart enough to stay in. It was totally clichéd to be shopping for a gift at this late minute, but here I was pushing my way through the doors of Harrods in hopes of something really perfect for my aunt Marie. I knew I'd better get my ass in gear too, because I would be spending the day with her tomorrow and had nothing to show up with!

’ 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’.

But today is a memorable holiday, so the number of people is half withdrawn, leaving only one door guard and one-floor guard each inside. Hana put on the shirt that Professor Norma had given her. If he knew that Hana had used the same gift to steal Scott Hall's books, she wouldn't have known if he would have been mad. Hana looked up at the sky overhead and exclaimed, indeed, choosing a Christmas day to act on was a good choice. The moon is all hidden by clouds; darkness is always the best space to do things like a steal.

The tree she'd half-decorated twinkled in the corner, ornaments from childhood dangling like memories. “To absent friends," Max toasted, clinking his mug against hers. His knee brushed hers on the rug, and neither moved away. "To not being alone," she replied softly, sipping the burn. The alcohol warmed her from the inside, loosening the knot in her chest. "It's weird, you know? Holidays without everyone. Feels like I'm missing the point."

Maybe if she waited until Wednesday, a few more sales would come through and she could mail them all at the same time. The door chimed and a local couple she knew from church came in. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Howard. How are you?” Memory went about helping Mrs. Howard find a gift for her niece, trying not to let her father’s news about the new B and B keep her from enjoying the holiday spirit. Christmas really was the most wonderful time of the year, even if this one felt a little off without Grandma Helen. She put a smile on her face and got to work, glad to stay busy to keep her mind off of what she’d lost.

Both of us suddenly shy. "Merry Christmas," he said. "You already said that." "I'm saying it again. In private. Where I can actually mean it without everyone watching." "Merry Christmas, Derek." He reached over and took my hand, the same way he'd done a dozen times today in secret. But this time, we didn't have to let go. "Thank you for the bookmark," I said. "I meant what I said earlier. It's beautiful." "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if it was too much. Too presumptuous."

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good