Noelle Holiday Novels & Stories

He swallowed and looked away. “I apologize, Ms. Hart-” “Drop the formalities.” Noelle said sternly. “I'm getting married to your boss, the least you can do is treat me less like a stranger.” Khalid was silent for a little while before he nodded. “I apologize, Ms. Noelle.” Not total progress, but something. “Alright. Now, let's actually find a dress that works.” Turning, she reached out for another dress. But just as she was about to grab it, Khalid said.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

In any case, even if someone mistakes you for the person in the missing person notice, they wouldn't be able to come over here and check it for themselves. Upon hearing that, Noelle felt a wave of warmth wash over her. She then took a bite of the freshly baked cookie and said with red-rimmed eyes, "Thank you so much. These cookies are amazing." And before they knew it, Christmas Eve arrived. It was a big holiday for the townsfolk, as many of its young residents who had been working elsewhere returned home to spend the holiday with their families. Noelle lived by herself in the small wooden cabin. She went to a nearby shop to buy some fresh flowers and hung up the painting she had completed r

Besides, she hardly thought about those three years in Dragfort anymore. Noelle crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash before returning to work. … The next day was her day off, so Noelle slept in the morning. In the afternoon, she went to the mall in Collinview to do some shopping. Then, she heard someone call out, "Is that you, Elle?" The voice was warm and affectionate. Noelle turned around and saw Eleanor Hudson, a kind-looking elderly woman, dressed elegantly, sitting in a wheelchair and being wheeled by a housekeeper.

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

“Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.” “That’s not reassuring.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Besides, if I wanted you dead, it wouldn’t be in front of your child.” Sebastian hated that a part of him believed her. “I booked this lodge for two weeks,” she continued. “Looks like we’ll be… neighbors.” “No.” “Oh yes.” Inside the lodge, Noelle pressed her face to the glass, watching them. She grinned. Her daddy had finally met someone interesting.

For Chloe Morris. Yesterday, when they had returned, I'd overheard her murmuring to him, asking for diamond necklaces as her birthday gift. And here Jonathan was, already delivering. Of course—whatever Chloe wanted, no matter the effort, he made it happen. Not like me. All I'd ever wanted was a wedding. A wedding I had waited eight years for, and never received. So this time, Jonathan, I would wait no longer. I took a few steps back, silently slid the ring off my finger, and handed it to the clerk to put away. Instantly, Jonathan pulled out his card to pay.

"Boss, he could've stolen that phone, too. Please give me a chance to prove my innocence!" Faris chimed in, "That's right, honey. Let's look into it carefully before jumping to conclusions." Noelle tried to unlock my phone. She entered my birthday and was instantly welcomed into my homescreen. It didn't take her long to find my notes. Coming across a paragraph I had drafted, Noelle read it out loud under her breath. "Noelle's getting engaged this weekend. I'm sneaking back into the country early to surprise her. I'm so obsessed with the villa she bought me. I can't wait to move in!"

Gio left last night to catch the earliest train to visit his mom. My phone beeped at once, so I snatched my phone on the countertop; it might be Gio checking me. Hey Cara Mia, I miss you… The endearment caught me off guard; I almost jumped, reading the message. I'm sure it's Reid. I'm so hesitant to reply. I made my way downstairs. We checked out at the hotel since Sierra is off on her honeymoon with the dolphins in the Maldives; she let me and Gio crash into her apartment.

He kissed her again and then, with Goldie and Pooch yipping and yapping beneath the Christmas tree, Noelle reached over and patted them on the heads, so thankful for her beautiful family, knowing whatever Christmas future may bring, she’d be happy as long as she had Brady, Goldie, and Pooch. The End