Mha Christmas Novels & Stories

A few underclassmen hovered like they were watching seniors step into some mythical ending. Mariah slid into the booth across from me and stole one of my fries without asking. “You look like you’re thinking too hard,” she said. “I am,” I admitted. “About?” I hesitated. “Christmas.” Mariah blinked. “You just watched your boyfriend win his last high school game and your brain is on Santa?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s like three weeks away.” “And?” “And I need to get Noah something.” Mariah leaned back, amused. “You’re stressed about a gift.”

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Forty-three: Mia Conner Winter Solstice at The Lodge was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Aunt Rachel and I had a small Christmas together, but most of the time we didn’t do anything extravagant. This was on a whole other level. Everything was covered in snow. Although it wasn’t Christmas the Crescent family celebrated, there was still all of the trappings of Christmas. They still had a tree that was decorated with presents under it. There were stockings hanging from the fire place. All of them had the family names embroidered on them.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

This is utterly insane. Still, another thought worms its way into my mind. If he really is Santa, maybe I should wish for something big. My stomach churns at the possibility. A Christmas wedding. The dream I’d buried long ago. I close my eyes, imagining it: twinkling lights, soft snow falling, and Elijah looking at me like I’m his entire world.

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck. I waved back and managed a smile. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones. You’re here bright and early!" “Oh, yes!” he chuckled as I parked and stepped out of my car. “Gotta get ready to buy gifts for the kids. Almost the big day, you know.” “Right,” I said, forcing some cheer into my voice. “That’s nice. I’m sure they’re excited.” And they probably were most people were. Christmas had a way of lifting spirits, of wrapping people in warmth and nostalgia. Not for me, though. Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget.

I teased. "I don't nag." She snapped, "Anyway, I was calling to ask you what day we are expecting you. Gabriel and Mia have already confirmed that they'll be arriving on the eighteenth." My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, "Uh, expecting me where?" "Home for Christmas." She emphasized slowly. I licked my lips, while my stomach clenched uncomfortably, "Actually, I'm too cramped with work to celebrate Christmas this year." "I called Jeannie yesterday and she was kind enough to inform me that you're closing for the holidays soon," she huffed, "and anyway, you run a pet grooming store, and not a clinic. I'm sure you could have closed shop in November if you had wanted."