Novel & Cerita Kakashi Christmas

She mumbled to herself, fanning her face when Kiara rushed inside and jumped on her bed, a little surprised to find her bags packed. “What are you doing?” She questioned. “Tistan will be here soon to take you to London,” Mishka smiled. “And you? Are you not coming with me?” Kiara asked. “I have so much work here. I’ll join you later.” Mishka answered, but Kiara wasn’t convinced. “I promise I will come later. You go with Tistan and enjoy.” “We will not celebrate trihistmas together?” She asked, blinking her doe-like eyes. “It’s Christmas,” Mishka corrected, holding her hands.

“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

"I would never." "I know. She knows too." Derek pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "She made me promise to make you happy. Said if I don't, she's taking your side." "She said that to me too. Best friend code." "So I'm outnumbered." "Completely." We sat in comfortable silence for a while. The heater hummed. Outside, snow started falling again, visible through the workshop window. "What happens after Christmas?" I asked. "When I go back home?"

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

he said winking at me. I rolled my eyes smiling back at him unable to be angry with my big goofy Alpha. I popped some strawberries into my mouth enjoying the food, everything really was delicious. "To answer your earlier question, after breakfast I have somrhing I would like to give to you for christmas, only the high pack members will join us in the living room and exchange gifts." I turned towards Felix who was sipping on some black coffee and watching over our pack members as if danger would come at any moment.

he began, his voice dropping an octave. I immediately became suspicious, narrowing my eyes at him through the wind-blown strands of my hair. "So?" "You coming to the Winter Lights festival this year?" he asked, tapping his gloved fingers against the timber rail. "The whole pack shows up. Food, bonfires, traditional drinks. It's the one time of year Takoda here is forced to wear something other than flannel." Takoda let out a heavy sigh; a long-suffering, deep sigh that suggested this exact conversation had happened before, probably every December since they were teenagers. "Leave her alone, Jace. She doesn't need to be dragged into town events."

You should be thanking them, not turning around and slandering them. Rebecca let out a small laugh, her tone contemptuous, while Sebastian kept eating his chicken without a care for his image. "You disgust me." I set my wine down and stood up. "Vexana, are you pretending you don't remember, or do you really think nobody does?" I asked.

I smirked. “If you say God.” Takashi scoffed. “Nope. Scarier and a hell of a lot sexier. My wife, Yūri. She already wants you dead, and that was just a shot to my arm. You kill me, you are going to get your heads removed slowly and her Kitsune card shoved down your severed neck.” I smirked.

“Who’s Santa, Biz-Nono?” The table erupted in laughter, Jace nearly choking on his drink. Kat’s mother reached over, brushing Koda’s hair back. “He’s the man who brings presents at Christmas, sweetheart. You’ll see.” Koda’s eyes widened, the idea settling in like magic. “Presents?” he whispered, almost reverent. Then louder, with certainty: “I want to meet him.” Kat laughed, pulling him into her lap. “Don’t worry, Koda. You will. Christmas is coming.”