Mha Christmas Novels & Stories

I've always wanted to dance to this song with him, especially during this holiday season but he's never been interested. The song was interrupted by a notification and I wiped my hands on a towel as I picked up the phone. A smile formed on my face and my sour mood was immediately replaced by excitement. I had successfully booked us a beautiful spot on the largest cruise ship in Toronto for a month! Jax had always wanted to spend his holidays on a cruise ship like this one and I made sure that his wish came to pass this year. Yes, I'm crazy, I used my whole year's savings just for this. But who cares? Love is crazy, isn't it?

Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

(FIVE YEARS AGO) (THIRD PERSON'S POV) (DECEMBER 25TH, 2019) It was the first time in five years that there would be a Christmas party hosted by the Hortons. It was the first Christmas party since Margo Horton's disappearance. The house was beautifully decorated and the rooms were colorfully fully lit to celebrate the season. For a family with only two members currently present, the mansion was filled with many people. All workers and close relatives.

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

Ariana stood alone in the kitchen surrounded by half-prepped food and the cheerful glow of Christmas lights which suddenly felt too bright… like they were blinding her. She pressed her hand to her chest where something ached constantly. The crescent mark on her wrist ( hidden under a long sleeve) warmed at the thought of Kai, as if it was reminding her that he was out there. She shook her head trying to push him away. Jake was coming soon with both their parents. They’d be announcing the engagement. This was real life. This felt safer. Familiar. Even if it felt like walking in the wrong direction. The front door opened, and the house was suddenly filled with the sound of overlapping voices a

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

"Um... I made a list..." She pulled out her cellphone and narrated the list to him. "Christmas tree, bells, reindeer, candles, candy canes, garland, stockings, wreaths, snow globes, and angels---" He chuckled. "Oof, you're going hard with this Christmas stuff" Hannah smiled solemnly. "It's the first Christmas dad and I are spending together after mom's death. He was never home on Christmas..." "I didn't mean it---" "And why aren't you all pumped up for Christmas? You're the mayor, don't you have a town to celebrate Christmas with."

"Like tonight will probably be some choir event with all the kids from the schools singing, and there will be a play from the local theater group. Another night will be contests like ice-sculpting, gingerbread houses, building and decorating snowmen, baking contests. Then the final night will be a huge festival with rides, ice skating, sledding, booth with food and games, and then they will light the huge christmas tree." "Wow that's...a lot." I laughed at the taken aback look on Knox's face. "It can be quite a lot but it's fun. The last night is the best though in my opinion." The closer we got to the market the more people we saw. To avoid running into a group of older ladies I veered into

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

"There's no way I would miss Christmas Eve dinner here while in town. It reminds me of old times. Of how much I've missed." "This isn't your home." Khloe's voice cut through the false pleasantries. "Will never be. So take your ugly face and get out." For once, her anger was directed at the right target. "Okay, everyone." Mrs. Hartley raised her hands, trying to smooth over what couldn't be smoothed. "Calm down. All this rage isn't good for the spirit of Christmas. And especially not for Gloria." She was right. But nobody was listening. Marcus's smile had frozen on his face. Cinnamon stared at Marcus. Khloe looked ready to leap across the table. Mrs. Wealth's face had gone blank, that careful