No Nuts November Novels & Stories

The woman simply nodded dropped on her knees in front of him , unbuckling his belt and then she - Nova widens her eyes and grabs the remote from Nora , switching the channel . It's not that she understood completely what had happened either but somehow she knew that it was something they shouldn't be watching . Especially not when Amanda could walk in at any time . She sensed it would get them in trouble . As a cartoon comes on television , Nova lets down the remote and gives it back to Nora , who seemed unfazed by what had just happened . " I got you a gift . " Nova smiles at how her sister's eyes light up in response to the box of cookies . She opens it excitedly and sighs with content whe

Ilk Tay is busy cooking and Nate and Andrew are decorating the tree. Future is feeding Eric and they all have Christmas hats on their heads. I guess Christmas is a big deal for them. My parents didn't celebrate it and treated it like any other day but Nora would make her own Christmas. "No breakfast today?"I ask when I notice egg salad in a small bowl. "Breakfast will spoil everything. Everyone should be hungry, that way we would finish all the food I'm going to cook" he says and I shake my head with a smile on my face grabbing an apple from the basket.

"The design is mine." "Yes," he said. "And she'll say yes immediately," I said. "Because she always says yes when something is right." "Yes," he said. He was quiet for a moment. "The date," he said. I thought about that. Noah started at Carver on the eighth of January. Two weeks from today was the twenty sixth of December. That was too close to Christmas. The thirty first was New Year's Eve. That was too loaded. The second of January. A Friday.

"Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year." Taren chuckled without humor. "You're forgetting that we live in the Christmas capital of the United States, where it's Christmas three hundred sixty-five days a year." "You know what I mean." Bret stood and stopped at the door. "Erica's cookies are ready. You'd better come out and get one before they're all gone." Taren scoffed. "And you didn't bring me one? What's wrong with you?" he teased, rising from his seat. "Well, it looks like I'd better get one before you heathens eat them all."

He chuckled and Audrey could recall that day, she really had no idea someone was staring at her. “How about we go on a little flashback?” He asked with a smile as he stared at another picture of her. “13th of September, 2021. You bumped into me at the mall, I was dressed in a black outfit with a mask, you were crying and your tears stained my shirt then you said. “I... I am so sorry sir. I didn't mean to bump into you, I really didn't see you there.” He said and Audrey’s lips parted in shock.

I need today's meeting to count. I set the phone face up on the bed and waited. The room was quiet. Ten seconds passed then twenty and then the three dots appeared. He was typing.

But then his expression shifted back to his usual composed calmness, leaving me wondering if I had imagined it. Meanwhile, Nora had already darted toward one of the counters, as her small fingers reached for a brightly colored bottle of candy. “Nora,” Dr. Nolan said firmly, his tone carrying the gentle authority of someone who knew how to set boundaries, “you remember what we talked about, right? No candy. Just cake. Candies can make your teeth decay.” I burst out laughing at the serious way he said it. Nora pouted dramatically but slowly put the candy back. “Fine,” she sighed.

Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds. "I don't know where to start," Noel said after taking a sip of his coffee, which was steaming hot from the surface. Noel bit her lip, then looked around. "Everyone's getting ready for Christmas, the two of us... oh, and the guys on our team, we're stuck with the death of a stranger. Do you think we can have gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate with melted marshmallows on Christmas, Nick?"

"Lena, I'm old now, so I can't protect you anymore. You have three deadly trials in your life, each more dangerous than the last. Every one of them could kill you. These three walnuts are the chances I traded half my life for. "Remember to open each one only at the moment I told you." I didn't have my parents beside me when growing up. It was my grandmother who raised me by picking up trash. People in the village called her a lunatic, but I knew she was the only person in the world who truly loved me. So, I carved her warning into my bones. On my twenty-fifth birthday, I cracked open the first walnut. 'Go to the skybridge and grovel at the first beggar you meet.'

“The light through the trees… I could draw that for hours.” Nova shoved past both of us with three grocery bags swinging from her fists. “Less talking, more drinking. I brought the good tequila and the cheap wine because I’m not a monster.” She was still in her neon running shorts and cropped hoodie from the drive, ponytail swinging, skin glowing from the last few miles of mountain road. At twenty-nine she moved like the world was a game she kept winning.