Good Book For Holiday Novels & Stories

SLOANE I woke up on December 28th with a kids’ menu pinned to my fridge and the distinct feeling I had lost my mind. The crayon looked even more ridiculous in daylight. THE HOLIDATE PACT in Jackson’s careful block letters. Twelve holidays. Three-second kiss maximum. No feelings. No exceptions. Our signatures at the bottom, like we’d just bought a house, instead of agreeing to a year-long performance. I stared at it while the coffee brewed, waiting for the panic to hit.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

"Come with me." Her hand moved before her brain could stop it. Her fingers found his warm, dry, calloused in a way that surprised her and he pulled her gently from the path of the elevator as the doors slid shut. "It's Christmas Eve," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I know." He led her down the hall, away from the party, away from everything she understood. "I've got something I want to give you."

I lost track of time, turning pages steadily, the outside world fading until there was only the story unfolding in my hands. At some point Maria knocked softly and left a small tray on the side table, it contained fresh cookies, a refill of hot chocolate, and a little note that read “Enjoy, dear.” I smiled and kept reading, letting the quiet luxury of the room wrap around me like a protective cocoon. This was what a holiday break was supposed to feel like. I turned another page, the heroine finally alone with the duke in a moonlit library much like this one. My cheeks warmed at the charged description, but I didn’t stop. For once, my own complicated feelings felt far away, safely locked behi

Okay, Google, let's try your methods! A/N: You can read the story about Norma & Koltin in "How to be A Bad Boy" this Christmas! It's my Christmas gift for y'all, my dearest Sherlockian Angels! ♥ Please rate this story! XO Huge thanks to KoltinKScott who inspires this new character. Bless him.

Today, however, it was only he, and after a few moments, Serendipity began to justify herself. “It’s not as if I have invited the outside world in, mind you,” she began mid-thought, insisting Pozzletot infer the context. “It’s probably nothing anyway, you know. Perhaps a Christmas card…. I believe the holiday season has just past. Perhaps it’s nothing but a piece of recently discovered postage the postman mishandled. I should think it would have been better directed to… the main house, where Maevis or Ms. Crotlybloom could have given it some attention.”

The festive atmosphere in Uncle Chuck's shop added a special warmth, making it feel like a Christmas wonderland. With twinkling lights adorning the shop and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, Alicia couldn't help but feel a sense of joy despite the recent unsettling events. She knelt down at the little girl's eye level and asked, "Can't decide, dear? Let me help you." The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with innocence. "It's so hard. They all look delicious!" Alicia chuckled, understanding the difficulty of choosing from so many tempting foods. "How about a scoop of our special holiday flavor? Delicious peppermint with chocolate swirls. It's a favorite among our lit

And, not the villain I fell for. But if he didn't care about my heart then why should I care about us, right? . . Merry Christmas, dear readers. Hope you have a good one with your friends and family. Enjoy your holidays, bless you all. Thankyou. Do you hear the clock ticking? Something is going to happen.... A. Gupta

Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you . “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells

he winks I cough, I think am starting to turn red tho. Hey everyone, its the author I know we just came back from the holidays...but it isn't over yet I wrote a short story and guess what, you guys get to read it!! Awesome right Well enjoy this short holiday story i wrote for Christmas *The Christmas wishlist* The weather is as cold as ever, indeed the season is here again Our dry lips and very cold mornings, time where we all need our lip balms and body cream It's everyone's favorite season and holiday Christmas! People singing Christmas carols, couples kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in a joyful mood, and of course fried chicken is always involved