Korean Drama White Christmas Novels & Stories

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

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 said mumbling. “No, you didn’t answer my question” she said looking back at Jamie hopefully. “I actually haven’t celebrated Christmas in a really long time Mrs. White” he said staring at his food. “Please call me Hannah.” She said rubbing his hand affectionately. “Well, if you aren’t celebrating Christmas with your family. How about you come over for Christmas next week. you all should be on holiday by then right?” she said, looking at me ecstatic. It was really awkward having Jamey and my mom in my living room, but she hadn’t been this happy in a very long time and made my heart warm.

Playlist Song#1: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Michael Bublé DAPHNE’S POV “These freaking luggages! Urghh!” I groan, surprisingly able to drag three heavy boxes up a flight of stairs without twisting both my ankles, but that only means I look and feel like my large intestine is about to fall out through my crack any second now. “Orison, arggh, why didn’t you pick up your phone?” I muse to myself, breaking a sweat even though it’s freezing out here, but the question I should be asking is why I thought I would be able to carry all my luggages on my own in the first place. Thankfully, I reach Orison’s door on the last floor, and I strain to fish out the spare keys he gave me.

She made a mental note to go by the bank while she was out. She hurried into the bathroom, unsure of what she would find. But knowing Mr. White, she was sure that either he or his staff had provided more than she needed. And when she walked in, she was right. On the counter was designer shampoo--probably from their onsite beauty salon--as well as a blow dryer, a set of hot rollers, a curling iron, and a flat iron. There was also a small bottle of expensive perfume with a note that said MERRY CHRISTMAS. She would make a special point to thank Liam again when she saw him. Kiki quickly showered, blew her hair dry, and walked into the bedroom. In the closet was a few changes of clothes. It appea

Christmas is just as, or even more, grand in the White Castle as it was before. Decorations ranging from Christmas lights hung and lit up, a wreath on all doors, stockings of different colors and names, mini trees per room, poinsettias in full bloom, candles, mistletoes, nutcrackers, you name it. The White Castle looked like Santa had thrown up all over it. Safe to say, Neo was absolutely ecstatic. Back in Arizona, we celebrated Christmas, too, but definitely not as extravagant as this. We just had a small Christmas tree and a few gifts.

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."

Her beautiful, slender features caught attention, and she looked familiar, though it had been a while since she was in the spotlight. “Mommy,” Kayla’s teary voice called as Martha stepped out and sat down, picking up the phone. “Look at you, all glowing. You didn’t spend Christmas Eve with Martinez and his family?” Martha asked. Kayla shook her head. “He’s shooting a movie—The White Christmas. Since the shoot is in New York, I decided to check on you,” she replied. Martha nodded. “How are you working on my release?” she asked, smiling. Kayla sighed sadly.

My eyes grew. I rushed forward to the remote on the stool by the wall and I turned on the volume. “Reported Secretary Damon Blackwood was caught up in a scandal at Classic Castle Lounge. Then it turned out she was a co-owner. Is she living a double life for any reason?” Damon faced the reporter talking on screen. “What is she saying? Remove it.” I nodded without hesitation, removed it and almost all channels were showing the same thing. #Classic Castle Lounge. Damon gritted his teeth, let out a growl as he stormed to get the remote and off the TV.

His favorite aunt was withering away. The two of them sat there on the porch, snow all around Aunt Georgia's yard. She had all her Christmas decorations up and the lights were just starting to turn on with the dusk. The trees slowly came alive with color and sparkle. Red, green, white, and blue lights all began to twinkle and glow against the snow. “Best thing I did was to put those on a timer,” she murmured softly. She started to shiver despite the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Nicholas felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him.