Karen Christmas Novels & Stories

Karen paid attention, sitting up and concentrating like her life depended on the news. "But what has gotten our handsome actor's wedding to top story is how his wife left the wedding even before the kiss." The scene transformed to the incident from the day before when she had run with Faith. "We identify that she isn't just anyone but one of America's top surgeons, daughter of Kylie Benson, who is CEO of a successful, multi - billionaire technology company, Karen Benson." "These people really have nothing do with themselves other than pry into other people's lives." Karen rolled her eyes, unaffected by the news and how it was a top story.

** 'Hey love, happy Sunday. Where is your man, Jake?' Karen called out to Janet from a distance on sighting her at the entrance of the church door. Janet was dressed in a flowing sleeveless white gown rocking it with a matching white shoe and bag. The bible she held on her right hand had the same color with her dress, the only thing that wasn't matching with her outfit was her hair and skin. She looked more like a bride walking down the aisle, her beauty was shockingly stunning today.

He was aware that this girl had been through many hard life experiences, but her innocence remained within her, beckoning to him like a charm he could not ignore. Karen looked absolutely gorgeous in a dark blue mini dress with a motif of white doves flying across the fabric, adorned with a matching white ribbon. The dress was simple but elegant. He saw that she moved rather awkwardly in the dress, as if unaccustomed to it, and the sandals she was wearing. It was obvious that such an outfit was not part of her everyday style, for he knew that Karen would have looked different in a more casual outfit. He saw Karen take off her sandals and grab a piece of her open dress from her right leg, expo

Mayhem arranging the gifts as Liam and Mason placed the presents we brought under the Christmas tree. My gaze met Karen who was holding Jessica in her arms as I quickly went towards them and plastered a grin on my face. Karen and I gave each other an air kiss and I gave Jessica a peck on her head. When I gave her a kiss, she thrust her arm out to me so I lifted her up from Karen and rocked her back and forth. I was mesmerized by her beauty and her wide blue eyes were the most gorgeous pair I’d ever seen. Her hair was chestnut-brown and her chubby cheeks were florid. She looked just like an angel sent from above.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Obviously she was entertaining her boyfriend, the goodnatured, reliable, boring Gareth. Karen’s suitcase stood open on the floor, ready to receive the last items of clothing. Smiling as she reminisced, she laid in the cream silk kimono Kan had given her as a farewell gift. It still carried the spicy cinnamon smell of his hair, the personal odour of his body. She would never forget him, but her heart was not bleeding because she was leaving him.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

"I didn't know it was gonna be... all of us." Sean chuckled, clapping a firm hand on Jacob's shoulder, his muscular frame filling the space. At 28, he was all confidence, dressed in a black shirt that strained against his chest. "Relax, man. Joy here's got a special Christmas surprise for you. She's been dying to show you what she's got." He winked at Joy, who blushed deeply, biting her lip. Unbeknownst to Jacob, Joy was an ex-p**n star, her shy demeanor a mask for the wild experiences she'd left behind in the industry. But with Sean, she'd found a way to reclaim that fire on her terms and now, she wanted to share it.

Karen greeted me with a huge smile on her face. When I first heard about her, I thought of Karen as someone who's strict and a very demanding human noble, but her presence says differently. She looks sweet and caring, actually. Her skin was fair and I can't even spot any flaws in her. Her hair was dark brown and curvy, while her sense of passion is similar to those of Luna who's living in the town. She moves sophisticatedly, like how a real noble person would do. And her discipline to herself is evidence in every way she moves and speaks. A real royalty, indeed.

“I had a son named Damian. He died in Mexico.” Karen was too drained to be sympathetic. “I’m sorry,” she blurted nonchalantly. “But this guy is alive. I saw him just yesterday.” “If you saw him yesterday, why come here asking?” Karen wanted to vent her anger and frustrations on him but she knew better than that. She sighed. “I met him here. He’s tall, muscular-“ “Listen, Chicka. I would love to chat but I’ve got a lot to do tonight. Plenty customers, few workers. I’ve seen a lot of tall, muscular men. I can’t help you find your lover…or brother.”