Last Christmas As Miss Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

Confused, she looked at the Christmas tree and at me and Isa and screeched, “fuck don’t tell me I missed Christmas? Smitty, you let me miss Christmas?” Smitty made his way into the living room where we all were muttering in a humored slur, “woman your high ass the one missed Christmas, don’t blame dat’ shit on me! You the one kept smokin’ and trickin’ not me; all I do is watches you and the money. Now go take a shower and get yourself together we hitting up the Hyatt tonight, it's money to be made.” Mama looked pitiful and shamed, she stared at the makeshift Christmas tree crying, shaking her head.

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.

When we reached my villa, I opened her door for her. We stepped inside and she looked around but said nothing. She was too numb. I guided her to the couch. “Sit,” I murmured. She did. I sat beside her, close enough to keep her warm from the cold. She left without a sweater.. damn. “Lisa,” I said quietly, “there’s something you need to know.” Her eyes lifted slowly to mine. “There’s a Christmas fashion show being hosted on the twenty-third,” I said. “A huge one. High security. VIP only. The world watches it every year.”