I Miss Christmas Novels & Stories

Though the boys catcalled from behind me, I ignored them, drawing out words from Brianna with a kiss, I drew out her emotions, with one flick of my wrist, as my tongue probed into her mouth, my eyes never leaving hers, she sighed in surrender, as I drew back from the kiss that would have fried a normal human's brain. "Now talk, what's today's date?" I asked again, the coldness in my eyes disorienting her. She sighed in surrender, and told me that it was Christmas, and she didn't feel like saying it because she didn't know how I'd react. My first Christmas without my family, and I wondered if they miss me or they live fine without me. Thinking about it now, they probably did, since Marilyn wa

Confused, she looked at the Christmas tree and at me and Isa and screeched, “fuck don’t tell me I missed Christmas? Smitty, you let me miss Christmas?” Smitty made his way into the living room where we all were muttering in a humored slur, “woman your high ass the one missed Christmas, don’t blame dat’ shit on me! You the one kept smokin’ and trickin’ not me; all I do is watches you and the money. Now go take a shower and get yourself together we hitting up the Hyatt tonight, it's money to be made.” Mama looked pitiful and shamed, she stared at the makeshift Christmas tree crying, shaking her head.

"I’ll see you guys at the café in a bit." As the door closes behind me, I lean against it for a second, my thoughts swirling. Goddess, what am I even doing? —--- It’s finally Christmas, and I can feel it in the air…crisp, cold, and smelling faintly of cinnamon and questionable life decisions. Normally, I’d be bursting with holiday cheer, humming All I Want for Christmas Is You like Mariah Carey herself paid me to promote her. But today? Today feels different. Why, you ask? Oh, just the small matter of Lucas not coming to the suite last night. Yep, Alpha Lucas himself decided to ghost me on Christmas Eve, no less. Like, excuse me, sir, where is the holiday spirit? Did the Grinch hire you to s

"Am I coming over tonight? I booked a private chef. Your favorite." Jordan gently took her wrists and lowered her hands. "Actually, no. I'm heading down to Medina with Mike. Gonna see family for the holidays. I'll see you sometime after New Year's." April's expression soured instantly. "Are you serious? It's Christmas week, Jordan. You'd rather freeze in Ohio than come to Cancun with me? We could be drinking champagne in a hot tub, skinny dipping, talking about our wedding—" Jordan froze mid-button. "Wedding? April, I don't remember proposing."

My anger instantly vanished and I moved around the counter to stand closer to her. "I just thought we could maybe go somewhere else for Christmas instead." Knowing exactly what she was meaning I moved and pulled her small frame into a hug. Seconds later she was sobbing into my chest, clinging onto my shirt. It had been a hard year. A very hard year actually, and I could see Liv not wanting to be here for Christmas. But to go with some stranger to their home for Christmas? "I don't want to be here without them." Olivia sobbed as I barely made out her words. I held on tighter to her as I swallowed thickly. Knowing how hard this past year had been on her I found myself saying,

“I miss you too. Are you okay?” I kick off my shoes and fold my legs under me. Snow settles over the surface of the cars. “No. I need you, El.” The office will close for the holidays soon, I want to spend Christmas and other holidays with my wife and kids. “Please, come back to us.”

The little girl turned in her lap, looked up into her eyes, and added softly. “He misses me too, Mommy. It’s Christmas and he’s all by himself and lonely and probably crabby some more because we’re not there to make him smile and help him with the fairy houses. He needs us. And we belong with Kaleb. It’s Christmas and we should be there.” Her daughter looked so calm, so serious, so sure of everything. The last few days hadn’t been easy. They’d slipped back into their old life, but it wasn’t the same. Nothing was the same anymore.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

She looked at the dazzling Christmas tree with wide eyes, but Daniel didn’t respond. “What happened, Daniel?” Her eyes snapped back to his son, who wasn’t looking happy at all. “Mom, I really miss Mishka. When will she come back to us?” Innocent Daniel asked Rose and her face dropped. “I don’t feel like celebrating Christmas without her,” Daniel pouted. “Son, you still miss her so much,” She asked stroking his cheek. “Of course, mom! True love never dies.” He muttered and Rose chuckled. “Anyway, I want bigger socks this year. My wish won’t fit in this.” He turned to Rose, showing both the socks.

I say softly. Ruby limps over, bruised but grinning grimly. “Well. On the bright side, Christmas is officially ruined.” I manage a shaky smile.Outside, the snow has stopped. The silence that follows is worse.Because now I know the truth. I’m not just holding a door shut.I’m standing in the doorway. And something far older than winter has decided to wait.