Novel & Cerita John Grisham Christmas Book

"Xavier, what do you want for Christmas this year?" "Christmas? Seriously?" Xavier shook his head, ushering him into his home. "You poor thing. You've lost it. We haven't celebrated Christmas as a family for years. What is your pretty little wife doing to you?" "Very funny." Grayson slid out of his overcoat and hung it in the coat closet, as did his brother. "No, I'd like to celebrate at the castle with father and you as a family this year." "Okay. You need a drink... now," Xavier joked as he crossed the room to the bar, pulled two On the Rocks glasses out from underneath, and made them both Scotches straight up. Then held one out to Grayson. "Here. Drink this."

'Just one more thing,’ he said thoughtfully, and Nattie bit her lip, wondering if he’d just changed his mind. ‘Merry Christmas, Nattie,’ he whispered in her ear as he pulled her still only half-covered body back against him. So you do know my name! she thought happily, pushing her breasts against the cotton of his shirt and realising ~ all over again - that it was the magical night before Christmas. In spite of his casual mention of nuts and mince pies and stuff, what'd happened in the big leather chair had made her forget the festivity of the season. But now, held tight in such strong, gorgeous arms, she did remember - and her feeling of goodwill to all men could’ve lit up every street in t

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Two Christmases Later Bahamas Snow had a way of making everything feel so beautiful, white and peaceful. It reminded the whole world of the Christ child. The beauty of the season. Melody watched it fall through the glass window of the café, her fingers loosely wrapped around the warmth of the ceramic mug in front of her, though she hadn’t taken a sip yet. She was waiting for her takeout order. Sitting in Bahamas after a long conference for entrepreneurs, in which she gave a speech Melody couldn't help but smile at how much has changed since this time two years ago. And this was the time she got her Christmas miracle. Her heart was filled with gratitude.

" You see, Damon is my in-law, and so I can't have that kind of special relationship with him.” The air in the room shifted. My eyes were on grandma Rose, but I could feel Damon's gaze on me. "Wow,” she exclaimed. " Your in-law?” I nodded. "Caleb is married to my step sister.” " Oh! I see,” she said. " I'm sorry if I misjudged what I saw.” I laughed nervously. " It's okay.” Dinner continued awkwardly. Grandma Rose kept asking personal questions, and throwing in back stories about her life and youth. Damon barely said a word the whole time, and I couldn't pay grandma Rose much attention as I knew Damon was hurt.

These two very different people meet at the most unforseen circumstances, it is Christmas and love is in the air, Will these two have their second chance or will circumstance tear them apart? Join Tanner and Katrina in their story of love, of second chances and of Christmas. Author's Note Here is the blurb, check out the next chapter for the chapter one of the six chaptered book.

The patio door burst open, and Chloe ran back in, covered in snowflakes, shivering but smiling. "It's beautiful! It's so sexy!" She flopped back onto the rug, grinning at us. Then she looked at the book in my lap and wrinkled her nose. "A textbook? Dad, seriously? That is literally the lamest gift in the history of Christmas." "Maya understands the value of discipline," Silas said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine. "And commitment to long-term investments." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. Heat crept up my neck.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

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.

I reckoned it was another neighbor, bringing me some fucked-up Christmas gift as if there were actually any Christmas celebrations happening in my life. "Yes," I forcefully pulled the door open, sharp and demanding. To my surprise, it wasn't any neighbors of mine but a delivery man. "You have a package, madam," he informed, stretching out a big white box designed with a green and red ribbon. "From whom?" I furrowed one eyebrow, taking the box. "It's anonymous, ma'am." He handed over the signing book, and I penned down my name and signature immediately amidst confusion. "Have a nice day, Merry Christmas!" The delivery man, who was dressed in a Santa outfit, bid his farewell and walked back to