Matching Christmas Pfps Novels & Stories

Brandon, the photographer, shouted with exaggerated enthusiasm. Jordan shot him a look. "I'm a quarterback, not a model." "Today, you're whatever I need you to be," Brandon said, snapping away. "Now smolder. Christmas smolder. Give America something to thaw their stockings over." Jordan reluctantly did as instructed, giving the camera that alluring, brooding intensity millions of fans adored him for—though none of them realized how much of that look came from real emotional turmoil. Pain made good photography, apparently. "Perfect!" Brandon clapped. "Now pull April close and let her swoon all over you. We need chemistry—holiday romance! Sell the fantasy!"

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.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

I evenly saw a picture of me with him where we both wearing a wedding clothes. “Christmas.” He took a step forward. “Look at me, you need to calm down.” I look at him, breathing rapidly. “What is this all about? W-why we had a picture together?” I asked and looked back where the picture is. “This is all of you. This is we are belong and I am your husband, Christmas!” he confessed out that didn't take anymore of myself. Eight years later... [Carlos]

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

The downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

I pull Alec into the gazebo and he looks around, as he is distracted I rest on one knee behind him holding a back box in my hand. Alec turns around and his eyes meet mine, his smile finally reaching his beautiful eyes as he sees me there. “Alec, you make me the happiest person in the world, you are the most caring, and loving father and husband, I can’t imagine my life without you”, I say and Alec pulls me up and into an embrace. I pull back from him. “Alec, will you marry me again? For real this time?”, I ask and he nods his head before his lips collapse against mine. Fireworks illuminate the sky and a bottle of champagne pops behind us making Alec turns around and smile.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?