Graphic Novels For Christmas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Merry Christmas, by the way. In case the turkey logistics made you forget the actual occasion." "Merry Christmas." She turned in his arms, kissed him properly. "Twenty-two years of these mornings now." "Best mornings of my life. Every single one." --- By nine, the house had begun its transformation from quiet to chaos. Grace arrived first, having driven up from the city the night before but sleeping at her old apartment downtown rather than crowding the already-full house. She came bearing an enormous canvas wrapped in brown paper—her gift to the family, a tradition she'd maintained since her first gallery show, always something new, always something that captured the family in ways photogr

“Fine, fine, what's the great news?” “I have officially booked a spot in the largest cruise ship in Toronto for the holidays!” I said happily and for the first time today, her face brightened up and a smile formed on her face. Emily rarely smiled. She was more like an Emo chick who had a hormonal imbalance. Don't get me wrong, I love my best friend just the way she was. We were the total opposite. “I and Jax will be spending the holidays there,” I added and her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

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've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

It's a soft kiss but one that is promising her that nothing ends tonight. This is the beginning of something new. "Merry Christmas Ghost." 'Merry Christmas babe." END OF VOLUME FOUR

Typical brothers. Everyone was having such fun but when it was time for Grayson to open his gifts from Ari, she held her breath. First, she had him open the paint set and art supplies, which he loved. Xavier even loved it, telling Ari that Grayson hadn't drawn anything in years. But then it came time for Grayson to open the photo album with his mother's pictures. Ari hoped that she hadn't overstepped or stumbled upon something taboo in the family.

HEY GUYS SINCE I AM STILL RECEIVING COMMENTS FROM READERS CONCERNING THE BONUS CHAPTERS I WILL EXPLAIN THEM AGAIN. THE BONUS CHAPTERS WERE A GIFT. THEY WERE GOING TO GO AT THE END OF THE BOOK BUT I GAVE THEM TO YOU EARLY AS A CHRISTMAS GIFT SO THAT YOU HAD CONTENT TO READ BUT DIDN'T HAVE TO PAY FOR. HOLIDAY-CENTRIC CONTENT. ( I DID THIS BECAUSE THESE WERE ALREADY WRITTEN, AND I COULD EASILY POST TO SPEND TIME WITH FAMILY.)

end :) A/N: Don't forget to rate this story! Merry Christmas!

Alex points out while watching me frown at the dirty mush on the ground. “The lights are pretty. We have to admit, the humans have a great way of decorating for the Christmas and winter season,” I answer while looking at all the light chains in all variations decorating the windows. My mind shifts to a thought I try to drown out as soon as it appears. Jax and I decorating our home like this, with small kids getting all excited. “Do you think we werewolves could celebrate Christmas?” I question out of the blue. “I mean, we believe in our Moon-goddess, while the humans have their own beliefs. Would it be wrong to celebrate something that isn’t our belief?”

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.