Good Book For Holiday Novels & Stories

I was beginning to think this marriage wasn’t bad after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.

He asks and I nod. "Alright then, you could go on a holiday. Paris the best place to celebrate the seasons before new year, there are a ton of parks, with private ones too," He explains as he draws out what he is visualizing on air. “I lean you aren’t the type to ask for advice so what up why are you doing it now?” He asks and I let out a deep breathe. "Take her ice skating, go to the Christmas market, get her pretty gifts. You will find necklaces and different things," He explains and I nod.

It seduced me with its shimmering appeal yet warned me sternly—it was a force to be reckoned with, not to be tangled with. The storm raged, muffling everyday sounds and forcing our small community to stay indoors. Most of my friends were busy enjoying the usual winter fun: hot cocoa, silly board games, and, of course, way too much alcohol. But I wasn't in the mood for celebration. The truth is, I had discovered something far more intoxicating than any holiday cheer: reading.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

I hear there's going to be dancing later. "Dancing?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "What kind of dancing?" "The best kind, of course." Goodman said with a mischievous grin. "The kind that makes you forget your troubles and just enjoy the moment." "I like the sound of that." May June said. "Let's get this party started!" "Wait, wait. " Goodman said mysteriously. " This is a Halloween party after all. There's supposed to be some scary stories told. " "Hey, I never said we were." Goodman said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I just thought it would be fun. Something to get us in the Halloween spirit."

The town was abuzz, with thanksgiving just some days away. Clarissa had decided to spend thanksgiving with Marley, so she spent sometime packing some things she would be needing for the weekend. They had formed the habit of spending every holiday together, just stuffing themselves with food and sharing stories on how their life had been all year round, they’d even visit Chance together. But this year, it felt like she was doing it to help her feel a bit of normalcy.

“Holiday of the year? What is that?” Right. Damien wasn’t exactly well-versed in human traditions. For someone who has a faction in this realm, holidays were probably an alien concept. I offered him a small, wry smile. “It’s Christmas. Families gather, exchange gifts, and enjoy a big, fancy dinner together. It’s supposed to be magical.” He nodded slowly, his expression shifting to something softer. “That sounds… pleasant. But why do you seem unhappy about it? Oh—” His stormy blue eyes darkened with realization. “That was insensitive of me.”

Maybe it was time to let them see light again. The next day, I bought a few gifts — nothing fancy, just things that made sense. A cashmere scarf that reminded me of how William always forgets to wear one. A book I thought he'd like. A puzzle for Abby and him to do together. And something small for myself too: a new red sweater, not too bold, but festive. I wanted to feel new this year. On Christmas Eve, the snow finally started falling — soft and slow, just enough to turn the streets white without freezing them over. Abby practically danced out the door with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a box of cookies balanced in her arms.