Harry Potter Christmas Present Novels & Stories

"Later, after we open gifts, you can have all the time you desire." Liquid heat pools between my legs and I squeeze them together. "Oh?" Kiarr's chuckle rumbles in his chest and makes my knees weak. "Aye, lass. But hurry up with your presents. Even Jacques can't keep our present calm all day." "Now I'm curious." I bounce on my toes. "What is it? Did you find out how to make a magical unicorn or dragon?" "Ah, lass, it's bad luck is it not, to guess a gift before it is given?"

She saw they straighten their backs; looking nervous and excited at the same time. She looked at Hermano and handed her a gift for him. It's just a simple bracelet made with gemstone. She's clueless about what to buy for a male that she really ends up buying Ben10, SpongeBob, and Dragon Ball boxers for the three. And she's excited to give it to them. She handed her gift to her mom first before walking in their direction. “Merry Christmas!” she happily handed them the gifts. Hunter was the first to open his gift. And his reaction was priceless after seeing the SpongeBob boxer. His eyes landed on her and she smiled innocently.

After a long day we cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fire. The next few days we spent online shopping choosing Christas gifts for his family members. I took all the guidance I could from Nick as I didn’t know some of them and others, I didn’t know that well. One by one as they arrived, I wrapped them up and put them all under the tree. It made it very easy to hide Nick’s present in with them. I had ordered him a crystal decanter and matching glasses with a bottle of his favourite scotch whiskey. I also ordered him some small silly little gifts; one was an infinity symbol with our names engraved and in the middle was the date we met. I came home one day to get more gifts that had arrive

While opening presents on Christmas morning, I watch as my mother walks over to the tree and picks up a large package with a big shiny purple bow on it. She turns around with a mischievous smile on her face before looking me in the eye and stating, “This one is for you. I saved the best for last.”

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.

I whispered. " I didn't mean to capture you here Mrs Rey. " He smiled. " Don't you dare to talk to her? " Harry said with wrath. " Congratulations Mr and Mrs Rey. See how simple it was. You don't wanna miss your flight. Before you leave, I've got a present for you. " he said and nodded at his man. More than Jack I was scared of Harry. His posture was menacing. He came back with a girl. Her slim, sharp features and innocent look almost of my height was in a black summer dress. She wasn't carrying any gifts with her.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

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.

Her head hurt from crying, from trying to sort everything out, and from the realization beginning to seep into her mind that she might’ve just overreacted and done something really, really senseless. Dak had something for her—something from the house. Something she’d been looking for. “Something that will make it so that I don’t have to worry about paying to replace the roof!” Even as she was speaking aloud to herself, she pushed up off of the stock room floor, headed toward the front door of the store. A display of Christmas ornaments jutted out into the walkway slightly, obscuring her view until she got around it, but then she saw an envelope on the floor, as well as her key.

The room got very quiet. "You got her a present?" Catherine asked, amused. "She's staying in my house for Christmas. Of course I got her a present." I unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a wooden bookmark, smooth and perfect, with my name carved in beautiful script along one edge. My breath caught. This was the one Sophie had seen weeks ago. The one he'd been making in secret. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "He's been working on that forever," Sophie said. "I knew it was for someone. I just didn't know it was you."