Jjba Christmas Novels & Stories

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * LOS ANGELES, CA SIX MONTHS LATER * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * JUDAH’s POV : Christmas used to mean nothing to me. My mom and I were too busy being in survival mode to care about stupid holidays like that. Plus, we didn't have any money for gifts or holidays. Usually, she’d work through Christmas, and I’d get high and pass it by.

Jade glared at him, “Fuck man, what was that for?” Jade groan as he stood up wiping his butt, Dell ignored him and Jade also went back to sitting beside him again “I don't know why you all are excited about this Christmas I just feel sick about it” Dell said with a sigh “I'm not excited too, but it's not like we got a choice whether we are excited or not the things will happen will happen we just have to live in the moment and expect the worst to happen at any time” Jade muttered

He smiled. " She really tried for me o. God bless her for us." He gave a grateful smile. " Amen and I think you should attend to her." I referred to the feminine head that popped up outside of JB's quarters. It was Rose's. JB smiled at me before hurriedly leaving with a wave. I dusted my jeans off as I arose before walking in. It was my Christmas present from Aunty alongside two other pairs and some shoes. Laying on my bed a message came through on my WhatsApp.

This is really amazing. "Yeah, and by the way Jesse" he finally looked at me. I look back at him. "Thank you for today, it was a blast" He said gently while looking at me, I blushed and I realize something. "I should be the one thanking you, if it wasn't to you, I am celebrating alone my Christmas" I told him the truth. He stares at me and then looked outside of the window again. I looked at him while I'm embracing the teddy bear tightly. The one that I gave to him is sitting beside him.

#JOHNSON_JUNIOR 🔞, Season 2 Episode 10 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 💟💟💟 💟 💟 💟 Soon after that I became of Barbie's cronies, I attended their meetings, I got to see a lot of faces and lots of stuff, she wasn't the only one dealing with Nightshade, there are a lot of them out there within this country, She had a small modem which contains all the dealers and makers of Nightshade and their business contacts, getting the device was going to be tough but I had to watch my steps, cause I was being watched and monitored by some of the gang members.

“I took Ross’s advice and decided to lay low with a little vacation. I got us plane tickets to Jamaica.” “Ooh Jamaica? I want to come!” Janet exclaimed walking down in her PJs still. “Why aren’t you dressed?” Janet shrugged at Wilson’s question. “It’s Christmas.” She replied, nonchalantly. “She always stayed in her pajamas on Christmas. Mother let her.” Jason replied, causing Wilson to become silent. “Aw yes I forgot.” He said, setting the plates. “Let’s say the grace now so we can eat.” He reached for their hands as they sat at the table with their heads bowed. “Lord thank you for the food we are about to eat…”

They looked calm, familiar, and strangely natural. I looked away when I heard an excited scream from Zebbie. "Mom, two minutes left and it is almost Christmas!" Her voice carried so much joy that the entire living room felt warmer. The lights reflected on her bright eyes, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. I smiled, feeling my heart melt at the sight of my children being genuinely happy. I looked at the wall clock, and she was right.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

"Glad we settled that." "So enough about me, what exactly are we going to Nashville for?" Bianca gave an excited grin. "I found the perfect Christmas gift for Jagger last night online and the shop is holding it for me. You know how his guitar has seen better days? Well, this shop has one that's gorgeous. It's matte black, acoustic, and I'm hoping to get the Heaven Hill logo painted on it. That's what I'm going to ask them about today, and then have it shipped home. I figured after that you and I could go do a little shopping on our own."

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.