Jack Christmas Novels & Stories

I saw him before we were fully inside. Grant Harlan sat at a two-top by the glass like he had reserved the whole wall. Dark jacket. No tie. Watch that cost more than my first year of rent. His hair was still doing that expensive, effortless thing it had done in college, and for one stupid second my body remembered being twenty-three and convinced that kind of polish meant safety. Then the rest of the memories rushed in.

She laughed even more now and he wasn’t wondering if she hadn’t lost it. “It’s dumb, but it’s funny, at least to me. I usually wrap up my Christmas shopping in October or November at the latest because I hate the stores around the holidays. But because I wasn’t expecting to buy anything for you, since you and Jay always do something later on, I had to go to the store.” Jake thought back to that gift. In all his years, actually, that gift was one of the best he got. It was a jacket that he had wanted, that he had told his parents about for a few years and she was the one who got it, she was the one who listened, which was odd because it wasn’t like he told her that’s what he wanted. In fact,

he jerked his thumb toward Jace, “to not drive you off a cliff when his emotional damage catches up.” Jace didn’t even flinch. Just flicked the ash from his cigarette and leaned heavier into me, his arm still around my waist. Possessive. Casual. Deadly. “I’m fine,” I said. Jaxon grinned, striding over like he didn’t care that Jace was still touching me. “You sure? I brought a helmet. And snacks.” “Snacks?” I echoed. “Beef jerky,” he said seriously. “And gummy bears. I'm a man of depth.”

Jake on the other hand always kept it a bit longer on top and combed to one side. Both had matching pjs, as did we of course... it was a tradition we had always done since I could remember. This year we had a white and red striped pants and long sleeved tees with the words 'merry Christmas yah filthy animal' Courtesy of the very humorous Lorraine Mitchell of course.

This had to be a joke. Jack raised an eyebrow as he listened to my statement, “What now?” “Nothing,” Jessica said quickly with a sigh. This guy had zero sense of humour. “Just tell me, how do I find the ghosts of Christmas past?” “You don’t,” Jack said, shaking his head, his voice dropping to a whisper, “They will find you, starting from tonight.”

If I had known about their poker ability, I would have steered clear of suggesting this game. Blake is down to his boxers, somehow maintaining his composure. Chase is slightly more clothed, left in his boxers and socks, a sight that somehow adds a humorous touch to his usually imposing demeanour. Jax, in a bizarre twist of strategy, decided to shed his trousers and boxers first, leaving him oddly dressed in socks, a shirt, and a jacket. The sight of him getting up to fetch something, half-dressed like that, never fails to send me into fits of laughter.

she skated backward beside him. Caden shook his head. "No, I don't. But I'm glad I'm back." "Me, too." Jocelyn skated away, zigzagging across the ice in a wide scissor motion. "What would you like for Christmas?" Caden asked out of the blue. She looked over at him, her long blonde hair blowing back behind her from under her white knitted toboggan and matching sweater. "I'm not sure." She spun around and then faced him again. "The things I want, you can't buy."

I saw a wolf who had just cleared the board. Jeffrey had left the previous evening after a friend called to say he was in town. That left just the three of us. Again. Me. Chloe. And the man who had spent the last forty-eight hours systematically stripping away every layer of my resistance. *** "Come on, Maya! Stop looking so gloomy. It's Christmas Eve!" Chloe's voice snapped me out of my trance. She was sitting cross-legged on the plush white rug in front of the massive stone fireplace, holding a glass of champagne.

He looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.