Knight Before Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

George stared longingly into Anthony's tired green eyes. "I will one day. And I'm going to be your trusty knight, my highness. I promise," Anthony smiled assuringly. "I don't break promises." George nodded, accepting that as an answer. Before letting go of the future knight's hand, he stood on his tiptoes to kiss Anthony's cheek softly. "I'll see you tonight." Anthony hummed his response and tore his hand away. He grabbed his sticks and gave George one last tender smile, before running off. "I'm here, master!"

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

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 was still sitting on the bed trying to decide where exactly the giant Christmas trees should go when a knock suddenly sounded on my door. “Come in,” I called out immediately. A guard stepped into the room looking both confused and nervous at the same time like he genuinely did not know how to process whatever was happening outside. “My Luna,” he began carefully. “There are some delivery vans from the Dark Knight Pack outside the gate and they claimed they have Christmas items to deliver to you.” I instantly sat up excitedly while the guard continued speaking. “We tried telling them there must be some mistake because everyone knows we don't celebrate Christmas here but they insisted that yo

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“I know I was wrong, Wendy. I really know I was wrong.” His eyes reddened, and his voice shook. “Anything you want. I’ll give you anything, just forgive me.” Wendy turned around to leave. Suddenly, Miles lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. “Just give me one more chance. Just once.” Austin immediately shoved him away. “Let go!” Miles staggered back, then abruptly pulled a small knife from the inside pocket of his suit. Austin’s pupils shrank. Instinctively, he stepped in front of Wendy.

Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? – Terry Pratchett, Hogfather Neo walked into the apartment and found Jo sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up almost to her chest. The Nightmare Before Christmas blanket from her childhood covered her legs. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she wore a dark blue sweatshirt, and he could barely see the top of the yellow print. He knew what was written on the shirt – PROUD NAVY SISTER.

With a sly grin, he added, "Wake up; the house is on fire." Her reaction was instantaneous. Cathleen's eyes snapped open, her body launching off the bed like a spring released. Xavier crossed his arms over his chest, the ghost of amusement flickering in his cold eyes at her readiness to face danger. "Argh!" she spat fury sparking in her gaze as she took in her surroundings—no flames, no smoke, just him, an immovable force smirking at her distress. "I really do not like it when people wake me up for pranks like this, Mr. Knight," she growled, her sharp tongue slashing through the tension. "You better sign those divorce papers so we can part ways. You are so annoying."

The teenager whose brother had just joined the knights six months ago. This was what my decision meant. Not strategy and maps and territorial lines. This. "Your Majesty," a quiet voice said from behind me. "It's time." I nodded and stepped forward. The knights shifted slightly, their attention focusing on me with the kind of intensity that made my chest tight. They were waiting for me to say something. To give them words they could carry into battle. I looked at them and tried to find the right thing to say. Something inspiring. Something worthy of the sacrifice they were about to make.

” " I want the true threat to my reign. Bring me the child!” " Never!” Bonnie shouted. " Very well,” Palio said as she turned her scepter through her hands and then pointed it to the crusaders.” Die!” The scepter then charged its head piece with dark purple energy to eliminate them. But then, a green armored knight with a red “x” on his chest appeared from the sky and clashed away the enchantress’s blast away from the crusaders. " Protect the child, now!” The knight said in a muffled, deep voice. The knight’s entire face was covered in green armored helmet, red x on a metallic plate covering its eyes, and reflective mouth guard hiding the rest of its face.