Good Book For Holiday Novels & Stories

And Noah, in front of everyone, let go of my hand to pass a gift box to Heidi. "Heidi, your Christmas present." Heidi excitedly tore it open. When she pulled out the worn pocket watch inside, she pouted. "Noah, you're so rich. Why are you giving me something this old?" Noah smiled without answering. But I froze completely. I'd seen that pocket watch before, in the portrait of Noah's late father.

I said slowly, “why.” “I need a plus one,” he said, blatantly. My brows knit together in both surprise and confusion. “For what” Instead of answering, he opened a drawer and slid something across the desk toward me. An invitation card. Thick paper, elegant font, painfully familiar names. Caleb Blackwood and Selene Hale

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

I had made a list of books I'd be reading during the break. Visiting the library was one of the things I enjoyed during the holiday. It not only enlightened me on things I didn't know, it was my refuge. A quiet, neutral space where I could think clearly. I sighed quietly, pushing back my chair with as little noise as possible, and headed toward the towering shelves. My finger glided along the spines of the books, searching for the title. The Dark Triad: Understanding the Mind of the Manipulative and Ruthless. The title had caught my attention during a lecture, and now, with everything happening in my life, it felt oddly relevant.

“What do you know? Holidays are just an excuse to indulge. I don’t care about the reason, as long as it’s a holiday.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Of course, Zara would find a way to turn Christmas into something about food or fun. “The things you know best are definitely absurd.” Still, a part of me was beginning to understand her way of seeing things. Maybe I was spending too much time around her, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, her simple outlook was starting to rub off on me. After dinner, the fireworks outside began. I could see her eyes light up as they exploded across the night sky. “What beautiful fireworks!” she exclaimed, trying to get up to get a better look

I Never Dreamed Someone Like You Could Love Someone Like Me by Katie Irving. Reggie watched Jed open his gift. He tore the red cellophane away. She felt his expectation and smiled along. Revealed was a small, hardcover book on eagle breeds. It had been her husband’s idea to get it. And of course, Jed loved it, flickering through the pages and coming to a double-page spread, an eagle’s wings stretching from left to right. A beautiful illustration, she had to say. Very detailed. “You must have behaved yourself this year,” she told her son. “Santa’s been good to you.”

I have two others here on goodnovel that are completed if you want to check those out too. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

"Gift?" "Yes, a Christmas present." She answered. "And yours?" The lady asked. She shrugged. "Any plans for Christmas?" "Yes, me and my blanket, snuggling on my bed," she whispered and laughed. "Too cold outside." After buying the gift she was checking out of the shop when the owner gave her the booklet, the same one she wanted to buy, " A gift for your next novel. May you have a miraculous Christmas!" She winked.

The aroma was so rich and comforting, bringing back memories of childhood holidays. Isla’s senses were flooded with nostalgia, and for a moment, the tension that had been building between them seemed to melt away. She couldn’t help but smile, her eyes scanning the treats as they walked past. The simple joys of the holiday season seemed to soothe her, even if only for a brief moment.

*Holly* The morning was fresh with new-fallen snow. I wasn’t due to go to work until ten o’clock, so I spent my morning drinking hot cocoa and trying to read. But I couldn’t focus on the book, and my hot cocoa didn’t taste as sweet as usual. I didn’t even eat the whole first round of marshmallows. I hated to admit it, but I felt like my holiday spirit had been sucked dry.