Karen Christmas Novels & Stories

He whispered back a little bit loudly. “Ok, Ok Ian, come here. We shouldn’t tire her.” The young woman came in front of us and took Ian from me. She was very beautiful; about my height, with black raven hair and light green eyes. Ian’s hair was black like hers, but his eyes were a little darker. She extended her hand. “I am Christianna Keaton, nice to meet you…” She stopped mid-track. I swear she wanted to address me as Luna, too, but she didn’t know if she should or not. She glanced at David, who was shaking his head.

I said, even if the thought made my jaw tight for reasons I refused to examine. "I hope so. Anyway, we're coming up on the 18th. I'm bringing Jason, maybe. And Melissa might come for a few days. Is that cool?" "More than cool. I'll make sure the house is ready." "You're the best, Dad. Oh, and fair warning, Maya's been super nervous about this trip. She doesn't have any family, really. Her dad left when she was a kid. So Christmas is always hard for her." Her dad left. The information landed in my chest like a weight.

I said, turning my head, looking at Grace and Rachel, "But I have never seen Grace so happy before. She was always so so introverted that everyone misjudged her for being mean to others, but the truth is she just doesn't know how to express her feelings to others," Daniel nodded his head as if he knew what I was trying to say. "Even Rachel is so happy, she is someone who always has a smile on her face, making everyone else smile. But deep down she is always so lonely, she too has a hard time expressing herself. But she hides it with a fake smile on her face, to fool others,"

"It is okay, I love it. Merry Christmas." "What about me? Kevin got rid of the two, both arms on her waist. "About that!" Bruce avoided her eyes, but in the end, he gave in, bringing out another box from his other pocket. "Merry Christmas, Karen." Karen received it and turned to Roy and Felix like a tax collector. After she had been satisfied, she gave a broad grin. "Merry Christmas, everyone! Now let's eat." 'he more I look at her, the more she resembles a tout." Lisa sighed.

Kevin gave her a bank card, and the password of the card was 131224. Karen finally remembered. 131224 was the 24th of December in 2013. It was Christmas Eve. She was abandoned by her family that day and drank alone in the bar. She found out later that it was also the first time she had met Kevin. She even vomited all over Kevin when she was drunk.

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

We had to wait a little longer for his tool to do its thing. "Nope, the real Karen Skeet lives in Greensborough and is married with a young child. The date of birth and credentials are the same, and since this one isn't using her Ivy-league education to steal, I'm more inclined to believe that she's the real thing." This Karen was a brunette who looked like a professional as opposed to a recovering alcoholic.

“Nothing’s going to make me leave you—now or ever. If you need me or want me, I’ll be there.” His smile deepened, relief settling his shoulders. “Come on,” Karen said, gesturing to the spread. “I made breakfast for us.” While Franklin was having breakfast with Karen, Winchester paid a visit to Christy. After she welcomed him in, they settled in the sitting room. “My parents called,” Christy said. “They aren’t coming right after the Christmas holiday anymore. They’ll be spending the first two weeks of the new year with my grandparents.” Winchester didn’t respond at first. After a brief pause, he suddenly asked, “When do you think Franklin should find out about your pregnancy?”

"I'm certain... I just need some space. To breathe, you know?" Mrs. Harrison exhaled heavily. "But you'd attend the charity gala before leaving at least. Won't you?” “When's that?” Karen asked. “Saturday.” “Uhm, well.” Karen seemed to contemplate for a moment before she replied, “I don't know yet.” Mrs. Harrison gave her daughter a pleading look, causing Karen to groan in resignation. “Okay, fine. I'll attend.”

Even when the reception began, Mrs Kord tried his line severally but got no response. Karen was seating alone on the glittering stand and was now wearing a red slit gown that enhanced her features. Her golden brown hair danced behind her back and her white skin screamed elegance. As people dropped their gifts, they hissed at her. Some muttered curses at her for deceitfully forcing her way into the Kord family but Karen could care less.