Novel & Cerita Nora Roberts Christmas Books

she whispered. After 11 weeks, on Christmas Eve, Alice went into labor. She had to have complete bed rest so my niece wouldn't come into the world too soon. According to Manu, the two were climbing the walls, but sex was strictly prohibited after the risk of miscarriage. And they followed all the recommendations exactly, because Alice held on until she was 38 weeks old, when her water broke and she felt the first contractions.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄✨✨✨✨ ‎Nora’s POV ‎Mikhail’s Family Mansion – Christmas Eve, December 25. ‎The snow falls in fat, lazy flakes outside the massive windows of Mikhail’s family mansion, turning the rolling hills into a winter wonderland straight out of a postcard. Inside, it’s a whirlwind of warmth and chaos—the kind that makes you forget about the cold world outside. The grand foyer is decked out with a towering tree loaded with twinkling lights and ornaments that look like they belong in a museum, and the air smells like pine, cinnamon, and roasting turkey. I stir the mulled wine on the stove, watching the spices swirl in the deep red liquid, feeling a little out of place but mostly content. This is

She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one. It was tradition in her family to gift a book on Christmas eve. She was excited to share this tradition with Nathan. She was excited to share everything with him. Life was good. She tucked the book under the small tree in her apartment next to the other gift she’d picked out for him. It was just a t-shirt with the name of the town and a printed mountain background. It wasn’t much, but she thought he would like it since he was moving his company here. It felt like a good gift and she couldn’t wait for Christmas to come so she could give it to him.

The silence that followed was deafening. Robbin stared at the screen, reading the words over and over, waiting for them to transform into something more substantial. Something that matched the weight of everything that had come before. But they didn't change. They just sat there, casual and light, as if he were an old friend checking in, as if he hadn't left her drowning. "Merry Christmas," she repeated, her voice hollow. "Merry Christmas." Nora scoffed, sharp and bitter. "Classic." Robbin looked up. "What?"

Rachel rose up, clutching the blanket to herself. "Norbert! You need to go back to bed." His response was only a snort as he slid beneath the sheets. She covered him up, and made to leave but his strong hands pulled her back. "A kiss goodnight?" He whispered so lightly she almost didn't hear him. Leaning down, she dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then his nose. Norbert reached up and kissed her full on the lips. "Never meant to hurt you.." He drawled, dozing off immediately.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

“My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?” Jaime froze. She had not expected me to speak to her like that. Her face turned pale, yet she continued to question me. “What about the leukemia? How did I not know you had this disease…” “Didn’t you think I was pretending?” I lowered the book in my hand and met her eyes.

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."

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites