Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe Novels & Stories

“We need to meet. And immediately. Meet me at the clearing to the end of the forest by twelve tonight. We have a lot to talk about.” With that, I dropped the call.

"Meet me tonight at midnight. The old oak tree beside the river. The words made me shudder down my back. The old oak tree stood in a quiet area covered in murmurs and mysteries. Under the cover of darkness, lovers met here, their trysts kept from view. One thousand questions whirled around my head. What had Kavan planned for me? Was this a secret meeting, an opportunity to investigate the forbidden attraction buzzing between us? Alternatively, was it more of a sinister, a trap set by a wolf trying to take advantage of my weaknesses?

"One that could change everything. One that could give you the power you deserve." I felt my heart race, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through my veins. I knew I should be cautious, but the temptation was too strong to resist. "I'm listening," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Mia's smile widened, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "Meet me at the old oak tree at midnight. Come alone. And be prepared for anything." With that, she vanished into the shadows as quickly as she had appeared, leaving me standing there, my mind reeling with possibilities.

As soon as I walked into the foyer it seemed there was a party going on. I tried to find Clara as I walked through the crowd. And finally find her with a couple of her friends in the garden chatting and laughing. As soon as she sees me, she rolls her eyes and whispers something to her group of friends and they all laugh while eyeing me. I give a little wave and she walks towards me. "What are you doing her Mia." "Hi Clara can I talk to you outside for a minute?" "Yeah sure let me get my mom." She pulls me outside and goes to get Lucy. They walk me out of the party and into the dinning room.

Christine’s POV I’m to meet with Ashley at the rooftop bar. It was a hidden gem, perched high above the city’s restless pulse. I stepped out of the elevator, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The bar was quiet, just as I’d hoped, with a scattering of low tables and cushioned chairs. A few patrons murmured at the far end, too engrossed in their own worlds to notice us. This was the kind of place where secrets could be traded without fear of eavesdropping ears.

“And you’re going.” He looked at her sharply. “You want me to walk into her trap?” “I want you to flip it,” she said, eyes steady. “You said she underestimates me, so let’s make that your advantage.” He stared at her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “All right. We do this your way.” The “meeting” was set at an abandoned conservatory on the edge of the old quarter, a relic of glass and ivy that once hosted the elite of Morreau City before Jaxon’s empire took root.

I nudged his arm, but instead of wincing in pain, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, lowering his voice to a soft whisper. “I love mornings with you, Mira. Even if I don’t see your face for just one night, I already miss you so much. I can’t wait for the day when we don’t have to meet secretly like this.” His hope was the same as mine. We arrived at a small meadow surrounded by old maple trees. The light danced on the dew, creating beautiful sparkles on the grass. We sat down, leaning our backs against a large tree, and he turned to look at me.

Then he exhaled sharply. “If it keeps Bennett from clawing his own throat out, or throwing himself at the storm again? Yeah.. I can handle being around you pretty boy.” He glanced back at me,a look of mischief now in his eyes. “Don't call me that.” I frowned. He smirked. “No promises.” There was a beat of silence. Then I stood too, closing the journal. “We start Midnight. Let's meet at the Old oak tree, neutral ground.” Ryder tilted his head. “Is this where you confess you’ve secretly been in love with me all this time?”

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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.