Once Upon A December Novels & Stories

Her gaze was fixed on the rich, reddish-brown hue of the bourbon, as if seeking refuge within its depths. Every year, without fail, January would arrive, a cruel reminder of the past. While others greeted it with optimism, a fresh slate for new beginnings, Florence found herself dreading its arrival. For her, December and January were a painful reminder of loss, a time of year shrouded in sadness and melancholy.

The cackles of the weird man still could be heard over the upbeat music playing in the background, it was a messed up thing actually thinking someone gave birth to a fucker like that. They got out and the cold night hit them hard. Winter was becoming even more evident now that December was just a few days to go. The parking lot, which was supposed to be very packed like usual, was unusually scanty today, but he wasn't really surprised.Tuesdays were no fun.

It was finally the beginning of December, and the first signs of winter had become visible. While Boston was yet to see a single snowflake, the weather had already been cold. Much to Una’s dismay, she still had to suffer waking up to an icy morning for over a week to attend classes. She was thinking of not going back after the holidays—maybe do a gap year. Deciding on what she would want to major in had been nothing but frustrating to her. Perhaps a gap year could help her figure things out.

Later that night, Aimee, Josh, Cole, and I walked through winter wonderland together on our ‘date’. Alaia was at home with her two grandmothers, who were excited to be babysitting her. The weather was freezing as it usually is in December in London. It was so magical; everything was lit up beautifully, Christmas music playing as couples and families get together to soak up the enchantment of Christmas.

December Anonymous POV The weekend before Christmas was filled with excitement. The crisp winter air was a welcome change as the group of junior high students gathered at the Magnificent Mile for their “date.” But let’s be real, it wasn’t really a date—it was a group hang, a chance to get away from the regular grind of school and enjoy a bit of holiday cheer. Dre, Sade, Isla, and Paul met up at the mall, ready to dive into the festive spirit.

“It's no wonder Knox is suddenly so quiet during the day.” “Yeah,” I go on as if he didn't say a word. “Then someone who was nothing more than a memory suddenly showed up here, claiming that I slept with him...and you tell me I was meant to be the Alpha of Moon Dance.” “Yes, all right, a lot has happened, but-“ “Not to mention you killing dozens of Alphas because they were mean to me. So anyway...finding out that I'm gonna end up as an undead mummy one day, doesn't even crack the top ten of weird for me right now.”

Lorenzo’s POV I organize my luggage, eagerly anticipating the moment I can surprise Elena. Having spent four days in Mexico, I have missed my beloved immensely, and I long to see her, to embrace her, and to feel her warmth against me. We have already completed the engagement and all related arrangements. I find myself weary of my time in Mexico, particularly in Elena's absence, prompting my decision to return to Los Angeles ahead of schedule. I am determined to surprise her; I am confident she will be taken aback. Although she pretends not to enjoy surprises, I am aware of her true feelings, as evidenced by the smile that lights up her face whenever I catch her off guard.

"Just sleep, Fuschia. You've worked hard cuddling him during the day, so I want you to have a good night's sleep." "But if I sleep, we'll have very little time together, Dylan." Dylan rubs my nose with his. "Just sleep. Don't provoke the beast inside me." "Hmm, okay then. Thanks in advance." “No need to,” Dylan kissed my forehead. Then I drift away to slumber, except, “Eung eeehhh! Eug, eung eeehhh!” Working as a mother knows no time. -Imperial Calendar, December, year 887- This is the peak of winter. I am grateful that baby Pasha and my people are not sick.

I looked at Caroline standing guard over all of us with the same fierce devotion she once reserved only for battle. Finally, I looked at Desmond. The man who had never stopped choosing me. Then I looked at our son. Fred. The newest chapter of our family's story. A gentle smile spread across my face. Outside, evening slowly began settling across the city. Inside, warmth filled every corner of the room. The night before Christmas, my life had become a nightmare. But because of love, courage and the family we built together, I survived that darkness. Now I found myself surrounded by the people I loved, and who loved me in return.

Then, quietly "Home." I looked at him across the piano room, my heart too full for words. "Obviously," I whispered. "One week," he said. "One week." I rose from the armchair and crossed to the piano bench. He shifted to make room without hesitation, the ease of someone who'd been expecting this, and I sat beside him in the lamplight. Outside, the December night did what it did. One week until Christmas Eve. One week until the elder council and the winter gathering and the oldest pack site in the region and the night that had started everything coming back around for its second time.