Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe Novels & Stories

Mave gave me the plan in the taxi. ‘Meet me under the picture of the naked lady standing in an oyster shell. I may have to use the back entrance. I’ll find you, find Greg and introduce you. Keep your eyes down to hide your face. It’s handy it is part of the demure crap these guys want from a slave.’ ‘A what?’ Why hadn’t I considered the milieu I was entering? This was no ordinary girl-meets-boy date. I remembered the alcoves with the selection of whips, canes and paddles.

By some stroke of luck, she found the mistletoe magic waiting in the hallway leading to Nicholas’s hideaway. She threw the planchette into her backpack and stood still. The mistletoe appeared above her head almost innocently. She checked her watch and waited. Nicholas would be making his way from his Advanced Charms classroom in exactly eight minutes. Five minutes if he didn’t have to talk to anyone on the way.

Zoe shook her head. “Well, they said it was because of the mistletoe they were standing under. That it was an ‘innocent’ holiday kiss.” I sighed. “See. It was just mistletoe. Kissing under it is what you’re supposed to do.” Zoe laughed softly. “Still not funny,” I grumbled. “It isn’t something to get all bent out of shape. Kissing under the mistletoe is a holiday tradition. Unless the kiss is unwanted, it’s always innocent. Or it’s innocent till someone makes it not.” Zoe shrugged.

Our hearts were intertwined, and every moment shared was precious. What do you think about finding a hidden place to meet tonight? - I suggested with a mischievous smile. Giovanna laughed and agreed, having fun with the idea of our secret meetings. That night, we met in a corner of the deck, protected by the shadows of the night. It was our secret place, where we could be just ourselves, without the weight of real responsibilities. There, under the soft glow of the stars, we gave ourselves to a passionate kiss, as if the world around us disappeared. The love we felt for each other was intense and true, and our hearts beat in tune, like a song that only we could hear.

His eyes fell on the text written inside. If you want to know everything about the masked man, meet me under the stone bridge tonight by 9 pm. He felt cold chills go down his spine.

The basement was dimly lit, just a string of colored Christmas lights draped along the walls and soft holiday music filtering down from above. In the far corner, behind a stack of old boxes and folding chairs, someone had rigged up a makeshift glory hole: a large piece of plywood propped against the wall with a decent-sized hole cut at waist height. Above it, a sprig of mistletoe was taped crookedly, like a joke that wasn’t really a joke. My pulse kicked up the second I saw it. I’d fantasized about something like this—anonymous, no names, no consequences—but never thought I’d actually stumble across one at Jen and Mike’s annual party.

And in the very center… There was a romantic dinner setup that looked like something pulled out of a dream. A round glass table was draped in soft, white fabric, with candles of different sizes flickering around it, and crystal glasses reflecting the warm light like captured fire. Snowflakes drifted gently past the open skylight above it, making the entire scene feel completely enchanted. But what made my breath catch was the small green bundle hanging above the table. A mistletoe. And right on cue, of course, *“Mistletoe”* by Justin Bieber began playing softly.

Brayan asks, his big round eyes widening as he pleads, and there’s no way I’m saying no to that. “Fine,” I tell him. This is the last of the Christmas decor anyway, so he can get to put it up. I hand him the flower, pick him up to give him some added height, and I direct him to hang the mistletoe over the door knocker. “WOW! It’s so nice and pretty. This is where kisses happen right?” Brayan asks innocently, and I nod. He turns to face me, malice glinting in his baby eyes, and already knowing that he’s about to ask when I’ll kiss a girl here, I attack him with a ton of kisses. Since he’s in my arms, there’s really nothing else for him to do other than twist in my grasp.

She looked me right in the eye and said, "What do I have to do to prove you wrong?" This should be fun, I thought, and I began looking around the room for what I hoped would be there, and there it was, down near the end of the bar. "Tell you what," I said, "There are eight black guys here tonight. You dance with any three of them, or get one of them under the mistletoe" and I pointed to the end of the bar, "and kiss him and I'll never mention it again."

He sighed and said something to his date, "Meet me at my house." "I'm already there. Where are you? I'm coming to get you." "Meet me on Williams Hill." I hung up the phone and took off faster than I should have been going, but I wanted to get there as soon as possible. I managed to make it through town with no cops spotting me and up to the hill that he was at. It was a common spot for teenagers to hang out, well more like hook up. I've brought plenty of girls up here. We both have.