Nora Roberts Christmas Books Novels & Stories

“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

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.

The wolves can't keep their eyes down; they shift subtly to watch them, trying to comprehend who this girl is—this stranger who somehow commands their Alpha's attention in a way no one else does. "I've been around this town," Ivy starts. "And?" Jackson interrupts, but Kai's glare makes him back off. "Christmas day is around the corner, and it looks like a ghost town." Ivy doesn’t flinch or look away from Kai. "Maybe that's what everyone is used to here, but life can be enjoyable—especially during Christmas. I'm thinking we could organize some activities for the season, bring everyone together, and spread some warmth. For the first night—" "You called my attention for this nonsense?"

I unclasped my necklace and fastened it around her throat. "Jewelry belongs on a beauty. When you have Christmas Eve dinner with Leon's grandmother, at least you'll look the part." Chloe looked flattered. Leon frowned. Irritation flashed across his face. "Wynne Wronski, who said you could give something I bought you to an outsider?" "How is she an outsider? Would you take an outsider to Christmas Eve dinner with your grandmother?" Leon went quiet. His gaze turned dark, unreadable. The wine-soaked fabric clung cold against my skin.

I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips. Nora was… very open with her gifts. She’d bought me my first dildo and lingerie when we were teenagers, and honestly, the most normal gift she’d ever given me was a snow globe when I was seven. “It’s a dress. We’re going to a party tonight and don’t worry, it’s not a club, maybe you'll meet someone as hot as the man that picked you up from the airport” she said. I groaned. I only told Nora about my mistake of entering the wrong car.

"She loved decorating, cooking, having people over. After she was gone, Christmas became… a duty. Something I did for Grandma, for the ranch. Until this year." Alice didn't say anything. She just placed her hand over mine, on the table. It was a quick, gentle gesture, but her warmth seeped into my skin like a ray of winter sun. "This year is different," she agreed, simply. That's when Rosa stood up, tapping a silver spoon against her glass. The entire hall fell silent. "Good evening, family!" she began, her strong, loving voice filling the space. "Another year, another Christmas together at Snowfall Creek…"

Settling on making a quick omelet, I gathered eggs, cheese, and some leftover vegetables. As I whisked the eggs, my mind wandered back to the past couple of days. I wondered if Grace was asleep right now, or sitting up feeling scared and lonely. Tomorrow, I would prepare a meal for her, I decided. And maybe bring her a few of those books I had purchased. “Midnight snack, Kayla?” I jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping the bowl. Turning, I saw Nora leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a silk robe that accentuated her slim figure.

Clara Nora and I returned to her room. She didn’t talk at all during the walk from the healers to the mistress’ rooms. I supposed she didn’t know what to say. I certainly had no idea. “I’m getting out of this dress,” Nora announced when the door closed behind us. “Would you like to borrow a lounging robe?” I nodded. I still wasn’t used to the tightly laced intricate dresses I was expected to wear as a royal mistress. Nora ducked into her wardrobe room and returned with two soft wool lounging robes, one in blue and one in green. She offered me the green one and then turned so that I could help her out of the lacing on her gown.