Last Christmas As Miss Novels & Stories

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

Everyone echoed Merry Christmas and took a sip of their drinks. "One more thing." Lexi let her gaze travel around the room. "The date for my one-woman show has been set for February fourteenth. Valentine's Day. In Savannah. I'd like to invite you all to be there if you can make it. It's a really big day for me." "It may sound corny," he said, "but I feel truly blessed. I have a wonderful family, a perfect wife, and a life I wouldn't trade for anything. That's the best Christmas present of all."

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"

Prissy looked up at her as if wondering what she was talking about. "Yes, I guess I talk to you all the time, so you have no idea what I'm talking about." Kiki let out a deep breath as she stroked her fur. "Okay. Enough of that." Prissy looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "Today's Christmas Eve! We have to celebrate!" Kiki dressed quickly in her jeans and an oversized sweater, still in her socks, and headed out to the living room.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

We go back inside. The fire crackles. The Court argues over who gets the last mici. Noah and Brittany fit like they’ve always belonged. Mom catches my eye across the room—proud, teary, smiling. The crown hums content. The system stays quiet. And for one perfect day… The storm queen gets to be just Celeste. Home. Loved. Whole. Beautiful things don’t always level up. Sometimes… They just get to be. Merry Christmas. **Pack Christmas**

Lisa glanced up toward the ceiling and scowled. Kari snorted and laughed. "Wait... before you answer that, Sis, what the hell was that look for, Lisa?" Lisa glanced down, her expression softening. "Oh. It's the Christmas music. My God I hate it. It's everywhere right now. They were playing Jingle Bells while I was trying to piss and I swear I peed all over the seat from dancing to it. It's driving me crazy." "You're so vulgar." Sicily's turn to scowl. "I'm going to ask for my Christmas wish to be that you're less vulgar this next year."

We glided across the ice, our hands entwined. “I've always wanted to ice-skate with you,” Alex said, his eyes shining. I smiled. “Your Christmas magic is unforgettable.” As we took a break, sipping hot cocoa, I asked. “Alex, what's your favorite Christmas memory?” Alex's expression softened. “Meeting you. That's my best Christmas gift.” My heart swelled. “Mine too.” Suddenly, fireworks erupted above the city. Alex swept me into his arms. “Merry Christmas, Layla. Forever and always.”

She is an amazing Queen. You know once she was no longer jealous of me she made awesome decisions. “You girls look amazing!” Lucas says coming over to us. He and the others were rescued and Reynolds in-prisoned. He doesn’t have his Lycan but Venus can fix that soon. “Thank you,” I smile at him. “Oh Mia honey the dress for Christmas day, is a no go,” Lucas tells her. “Oh come that one its cute,” Mia defends herself. “No its old. If you want vintage raid your mother’s closet. She never throws anything away,” Lucas winks at us.