Love Letter For Christmas Novels & Stories

I paused and rubbed her hand gently. “For the rest of the days until Christmas, allow me to court you.” “Court me… until Christmas?” she whispered. “Yes,” I replied. “I want to spend every moment with you, learning about you, protecting you, and cherishing you. And then, on Christmas Day, you will give me your answer—that is my Christmas wish.” I turned into a small, earnest smile and let the words hang between us. “To be with you and our son. That’s all I want.”

It was just fast because I was just flat and he was too tall. "Merry christmas," I hoarse again barely audible to the noise of the fireworks. Her eyes widened. He crouched to give me one, shallow kiss. "Merry christmas," he whispered. "I hope I'm always with you for Christmas ..." I can't help but be carried away by all these emotions. This was supposed to be a happy night. But I don't know if the chest is tight. "You want that?" I nodded weakly. "Then, we'll do that."

"Merry Christmas, my love." Marianne's eyes lighted up as she unwrapped the gift, which revealed a lovely necklace with a family tree pendant. She gazed at Felix, her heart pounding with emotion. "Wow, Felix. This is so lovely. Thank you so much." Felix smiled, leaning in for a gentle kiss. "I love you." Marianne smiled back, "I love you more." Later that night, the family gathered around a table decked with holiday decorations, telling stories and laughing.

I can not complete my sentence before I feel her hug me tightly while everyone gives me confusing looks. "It's not a horrible gift Alessandro. It's a very thoughtful gift so thank you so much." She says after pulling away from the sudden hug. She wipes her tears and gives me a big smile before she shows everyone the gift I have given her. It's a painting of her from our reception party. She was looking so gorgeous that day that I thought to paint her and present it to her for Christmas day. I know she likes simple things so I haven't bought anything expensive for her, instead I have chosen to give her something I used to love doing during my college days.

~~ Xander's Letter~~ To the one I love, Dear Olive, So I sat in my room one night, thinking of you and because I could not find anything else to think of to get the pain in my chest to go away, I decided to write this to you. Everyday when I look at you and realize that you are no longer mine, a piece of my heart breaks. A tiny piece for every day and soon I might lose it all because of you. Feels like karma visited because now you are so near but still so out of my reach. I'm no poet. I'm not a man of many words but there is a lot I want to say to you my love.

(I love you. "je t'aime davantage." (I love you more." I giggled. ~~~~~ "Merry Christmas." Jake said as he pulled me closer to him and then bent down to place his lips on mine. We were both dressed in the Christmas sweatpants and shirt. I guess you can call it Christmas spirit. "Hmmn." I moaned into the kiss as I ran my hands through his hair, "merry Christmas." I grinned pulling away from him. "Grace and Alexander said they could.not make it. They both decided to spend Christmas with Grace's family." My mom told me over the phone.

Jade absorbed this. "Good," she said finally. "Handle it correctly." "I am." "I know you are." A pause. "I trust you, Ava." Those four words landed with the specific weight of everything they had cost to earn. "I know you do," I said quietly. "I love you," she said. "I love you too," I said. "Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas, Jade." I sat with the phone after the call ended and the Sydney Christmas morning was warm and bright and entirely itself.

She had never been given such a gift. “Baby, I love it,” Faith told him, putting the box on the couch. She moved toward him, straddling him on the couch. “You don’t have to keep it,” Eamon told her, running his hand up her thighs. He stopped when he cupped her ass. “Baby, look at me,” Faith said, cupping his face, making him look at her. “I love it.” “I love you too, Merry Christmas,” Eamon said as he kissed her sweet lips.

" She was just looking for something to get on with. I had the information. It looked down to you.] She stared out the window at the winter garden. the sleeping roses in their protective cocoon. the baren oaks. the certain, pallid cold of a December afternoon. She wondered: you remember all that I tell you to say. And you say it, but not for your benefit. For mine. Thought: I love you, Adrian Morelli. She didn't speak it. Not yet. But she could feel it, it was warm and palpable and there in front of her and she thought: soon. When the moment comes. "Because of this this Christmas is a good one, " she said. "Yes, " he said. "I guessed it might be.

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”