Once Upon A December Novels & Stories

December of the fourth year arrived differently from the three that had preceded it. The first December had been the Christmas corporate event — the professional performance, the managed distance, the candlelight look across four seats at the dinner table that had lasted four seconds and that Ernest had carried to bed. The second December had been the sitting room fire. The third December had been the planning application and Grace's visit and the bread baked a day early and the frost in the garden and Christmas without armour.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Step one after becoming Elizabeth officially, I'm killing my two daddies. The end. Ended on 29/12/2023. at 3 am! Hope you all enjoyed this story! Thank you ANGIE for being part of this story! I love u! To the moon and back. Until the next one guys!

*** Applauds... The congregation applauded them until they took their seats. As young as Frederick could get, he was handsome, looking a lot like his breathtaking son and Kara, wasn't looking any less. Daniel, on the other hand, had climbed up the podium to welcome everyone to this auspicious occasion. It was made grand and the welcomed guests were wholly wealthy that one couldn't help but feel very courteous and if possible, nervous too. "Good day everyone, I'm glad you could all make it. I welcome you all to the 13th anniversary of Mr. Frederick Thompson and his wife, Mrs. Kara Thompson...."

The outside is already decorated for Christmas, with lights hanging around the white wooden porch and wrapped around the large pine tree sanding proudly. “This place is cozy-looking.” Dominic states, a smile on his face as his eyes take in the decor. Dominic, having been born in December, is a Christmas maniac. The moment it’s November 12th, the day after Remembrance Day, the Christmas tree at the entryway of the pack house goes up. The pack is expected to help decorate the pack house, and the pups have a blast, stringing up the decorations as well as making their own. I wonder what he will say, knowing my house still doesn’t have Christmas decorations up yet.

"Let's go home first. Outside the school, Chirag pointed to something on the school notice board. "What's that?" He said, pointing at a flyer. They peered into the glass casing. Graphic designs of dancing ballerinas adorned the flyer. It said. WELCOME TO THE ANNUAL NUTCRACKER BALLET DANCE featuring *solo dance *the Graceful Dance Crew *dance recital. Venue- HG Wells High School, Gymnasium. Time- 6:00pm. Saturday. "Didn't see that coming" Hunter quipped.

Vince said. "C'mon Vince it's good enough that no one knows that. Even DD tries so hard to keep it a secret like you wanted so as long as you keep your distance from her all through the event no one will find out Okay? I was watching my favorite movie downstairs. I'll talk to you later and I'm not taking a no for an answer". Mrs Dean said and after kissing him lightly on his hair she left his room. "Oh shit! I don't even know the dress code". Vince sighed as he turned the back of the envelope only to see–theme color "Royal blue" at the bottom left of the envelope and he scoffed loudly, placing his head on his desk.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next Monday, it was back to school day. As soon as we got back from Thanksgiving break, the school was as lively as it could possibly be. There was something about the month of December that just screamed happiness, excitement, and romance. It was evident inside school halls too. For example, before lunchtime today, I had witnessed two girls ask out their dates to the dance. It was very cute. One girl made a cute poster sign and the other one sang a song on her ukulele.

"He just likes to tease." "Well, you both be careful driving home." Jocelyn opened the door for them and cold air rushed in, chilling Jocelyn to the bone. She almost went back for her coat, but knew she would only be out for a moment. Jocelyn never tired of the landscape. A blanket of crisp, white snow glistened in the sunlight. In the center of town was the square, where the gazebo set, decorated with colorful Christmas lights, along with the rest of the town. It was only three weeks until Christmas, the busiest time of year for Christmas Cove. At night, it would become a Christmas wonderland, complete with Santa Claus in the gazebo, listening to the wishes of children.