Jack Christmas Novels & Stories

His presence was strangely comforting. To lighten the mood, he teased me a bit. “You know,” he said, “you run pretty fast for someone who claims she was just out for fresh air.” I gave a weak laugh. “I had a lot on my mind.” “Maybe next time pick a place without giant wolves,” he joked gently. I looked at him, shocked that he could joke after such a thing, but his smile was warm, not mocking. I found myself staring at him. He was so handsome. Ridiculously handsome. The kind of handsome that made my stomach twist. The kind of handsome that belonged to models or movie stars.

“Zion is not here, so you can leave!” “You have moved on too fast.” Jackie’s forehead wrinkled because of what Alexa said. “Who did you have ‘chukchakan’ with last night?” Alexa asked, grinning. “What?” Jackie asked foolishly and didn’t get what her question meant. “Chukchakan, this is it!” Alexa stuck her three fingers from both hands and gestured as if kissing; at the same time, she blew a kiss. Jackie’s cheeks reddened out of annoyance when she got what Alexa meant. “You!” She pointed at her. “You’re not like me, bitch!”

“A feast? For the man who thinks staplers can be threatened into morale?” “Especially for him,” Jacek says gravely. “Banked years of service. And he claims he’s never had a proper birthday feast because his mother insisted on calling store-bought cupcakes ‘fancy.’ We will rectify. There will be roast, potatoes the size of fists, and six kinds of bread because Sharlotte has decided to compete with God.” “And a deeply uncomfortable song while holding eye contact,” I suggest. “Mandatory,” Jacek says. “There will also be a dignified toast that I will pretend not to tear up during. You should be there. The pack would be honored.”

Fuck I've never wanted to get home so badly! As soon as my Grandad finishes playing the piano, we all gather in the living area of the house so that we can finish the day off with a Christmas toast and some fun for Nina. "That girl has you whipped!" My Granddad laughs while he watches Josh who currently sat on the floor with a pink plastic tiara on his head while holding on to a teddy bear. A laugh bursts out of me while Josh grunts a response, but it's clear that he's enjoying himself. "What are you laughing about fairy man?" My mom asks me while barely containing her own laughter.

“Ms Scarlet, I want to know of any scheduling constraints for Q1, “ The chairman of Eastbridge asked. Alton answered without pause. “Scarlet will be unavailable the week of December twenty-third through the first,” he said smoothly. “After that, her schedule is flexible.” Her head snapped up. That was her Christmas leave. He was yet to approve it. Heck, she thought he hadn't even read it yet. Later, as the meeting wound down and the investors filtered out, she gathered the papers slowly, buying herself time to think. Alton remained seated, reviewing notes on his tablet. “You can cancel the lunch with procurement on Monday,” he said without looking up. “You’ll need that time to finalize the y

It is about time. “Hello,” Jack picks up the phone. “Thanks, bro.” That is all. Then he turns to face the two men who are staring at him. “Busted!” Jack announces, punching his chest with his fist proudly. Relief washes over the room. “Poor Michael. His heart is going to take another attack. Should we open another bottle to celebrate his health?” Jason says jokingly. “Nah, I’m going to a party. Do you want to join us, old man? Those long-leg Victoria’s Secret models will be there. I won’t tell Susan.” Jack teases while Jason shakes his head in horror.

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

As December arrived, snow mercilessly blanketed the town, freezing everything in its path. Nevertheless, people had made an effort to decorate the exteriors of their homes with colorful lights or plastic figurines, the opposite of us. We had barely put up a tiny tree in the middle of the dining room—only because Jack had bought it at the supermarket, completely ignoring my complaints on the matter. I knew he hated Christmas, not just because my birthday fell on the 24th, simply because it wasn't a holiday that cheered me up as much as it did others. To my dismay, I was pretty sure that no matter how much I begged Jack, he wouldn't refrain from doing some extravagant and crazy gesture for suc

The good news about working all these hours is that I’m maxed out for the week and can’t work the weekend. “Hey,” she answers cheerfully. “How are you?” “Tired but alive. You?” “Tired too, but good. I’m packing to go back to Eastwood this weekend.” “Oh right, the downtown Trick or Treating is tonight. What’s Jackson going as this year?” “A Stormtrooper. And it’s actually not too cold today. I hated having to wear a coat over my costume.” “Me too. We had snow on Halloween many times and putting that coat on ruined my look.”

He gets angry when we call him a fairy. “The fire pit is roaring and mo gra sent me to come to fetch your arses for drinking games,” Jaxson says with a faint Irish lilt to his otherwise Texan accent. His manic jade eyes are shining from underneath his blood-red curls and a wicked smirk on his angular face. He claps his hands three times, bouncing on his toes as he does so. “Chop. Chop. Kiddies! This is an order. Think of it as a bonding exercise,” he says gleefully shooing us all with his hands.