Mha Christmas Novels & Stories

"So, you're saying the magic isn't necessarily related to Christmas per say, but the season as a whole?" Again, he shrugged. "Maybe. Christmas, Yule, Chanukah, Saturnalia - haven't you ever noticed that almost every culture has some kind of celebration at this time of year? No matter what you call it, it's a time with a pretty deep resonance in the human psyche. In fact, today is the actual solstice, which is the even older holiday. Could be we got zapped here today because this is the most magical day of the year."

"Not sure. I'll definitely be here for Christmas, though." "Good!" Mallory shoved her manicured hand into the popcorn bag. "You'll be here to see me in the Christmas parade! I'm riding on the mayor's float-." She continued to talk animatedly through the advertisements. Caden was relieved when the previews came on, eliminating all conversation.

The snow was coming down in thick flakes as I pulled up to the sprawling mansion on the hill, my delivery van skidding a bit on the icy driveway. It was Christmas Eve, and I was running late, way late, for this “special order” pickup. The client had insisted on discretion, something about a last-minute gift for his party. I adjusted my uniform cap, the red and green logo faded from too many shifts, and grabbed the insulated bag from the passenger seat. My name's Mia, by the way, and at 25, delivering fancy foods for rich folks was just a way to pay the bills while I figured out my real life.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

“This is not very rich, this is criminal rich.” Damon cleared his throat politely. “Good afternoon, ma’am.” She finally looked at him properly. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized. " You have a beautiful home.” "Thank you, Aunt Mira," Damon replied , smiling. “Why dont you have a seat, and the maids will get you something to drink.” " Oh, no,” Aunt Mira waved, " I'm okay, I'm just here to check on Aria and I'll be on my way.”

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Laila's dad leaned in from the pillow, smiling like Christmas was written into his bones. "Well, look at my baby," Amelia sang. Malaya beamed. "Merry Christmas!" "Merry Christmas, Lil Nugget," her Matthew said, voice warm and rumbling. Malaya lowered her voice as if she were sharing a secret. "Momma said I'm not allowed to eat candy before breakfast." Amelia pointed at the camera. "Your momma is absolutely wrong, candy is a must on Christmas." Laila rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't encourage her."

"Call Vladimir worm once more, and I will cut your tongue. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." After I leave the newly formed pack, I forget my small discussion with Max. When I get home, I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep. But there is no time for it because Christmas is near and is a favorite holiday of the pack. Everyone comes together to prepare for Christmas. We have a big Christmas tree in the park that we usually decorate. All the pups help decorate it. On the 24th we have a big party in the main Pack House for those that were unmated.

"Christmas, I never heard of anyone use an alias as Christmas, Duke. What does this 'Christmas' do to make us take the benefit in this case?" Duke lifted his hand and claps it once. "This is what I'm talking about. So, this Mr. Christmas is one of Klyde McMarrow's client who buys smuggled women from everywhere and then he'll auction it to them. He's this kettle looking guy, you know what I mean? Bald, short and fat, he has this annoying laugh and he's in love eating this bread wherever he goes, he has it in his pocket and much it like a 2 year old kid." Duke began with gestures he uses and is not that really necessary.

After my super long bath, I walk into my bedroom. I shut my bedroom door, turn around, and let out a scream. Throwing my hands to my chest I say, "What the hell are you doing here?" JP gives me a small smile. "I needed to come to see you." "Why? And where is McKayla?" "I just wanted to come to hang out and catch up. McKayla is with Maggie until tomorrow evening. Maggie got Christmas Eve this year and I got Christmas Day." He explained.