One Day In December Novels & Stories

It was already the first week of December and snow has started to fall on the ground upon having this Daniel used all of his whole week vacation from his school on having a Christmas rush shopping with his lover,Rain.He didn't want to be around with bunch of crowds but he doesn't either want to make Daniel carry all of the heavy things that he might buy on the supermarket for their Chirstmas together on the apartment.

Aunt Zoe, however, let out a massive sigh of relief, as if she were being sent to paradise rather than prison. … Another Christmas had arrived. Without those toxic relatives, the Christmas Eve dinner this year was wonderfully quiet. I sat alone in the vast villa with a small pot of cheese fondue bubbling in front of me. Next to me sat the photo of my parents, and curled at my feet was a fast-asleep ginger kitten I had newly adopted. My phone kept buzzing. The company group chat was filled with well-wishes from Alfie and my colleagues. Even Uncle Caleb, the man who used to sneer at my very existence, sent a text. "Hannah, Merry Christmas. I was wrong back then. Take care of yourself."

The messages in the WhatsApp group kept coming. My fingers trembled with anger as I scrolled up and read every insult they'd thrown at me. I noticed the group was created last September. The very first message was from Sharon Everton. [Did you guys notice? Our roommate, Esther Lane, got picked up by different men in different luxury cars two days in a row. Also, everything she wears is designer.] [I heard even before coming to college that some girls become escorts for money. Never thought we'd have one in our own dorm.]

"I think she would have hoped for quietly glad." "Yes," he said. "I think she would." We stood in the December night. The territory around us. The hall warm behind us. The network at fourteen points across the connected pack world doing what it did on the winter solstice. Quietly. Ordinarily. Really. "Come inside," Dane said. "It is cold." "Yes," I said. We went inside. The hall warm around us.

Blackthorn Valley – The night of the attempt Elara’s POV The blood moon hung low and swollen, bathing the valley in crimson light that made the snow look like spilled wine across the clearing. Inside the cabin, the fire had burned down to embers, casting soft orange flickers on the walls. Flame slept in her cradle, tiny chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm, red fur glowing faintly in the dim light. Kai lay beside me on the furs, arm draped over my waist, his breathing deep and even stronger every day since the birth. The cabin smelled of cedar smoke, warm milk, and us the comforting musk of family, of safety, of everything we had fought to protect.

ANDY’S POV A laugh escapes my lips as I look at my work from afar. Dusting my shoulders, I turn around and find my way to the subway. I knew I would not be getting home until dark, and Ethan and Angela don’t know I left the house again. But I am so tired of everything too, and I want to put an end to this, but if I’m not able to put an end to it, then let’s play the games. I let out a deep sigh as I stand at the station, waiting for the next train. The sun was setting at this point and the orange hue was beginning to glow, it’s been a long day.

Ella’s POV My world had shrunk to the four walls of my jail cell. Cold concrete, iron bars, and the steady hum of fluorescent lights had become my new reality. Days bled into nights in the blink of an eye, indistinguishable from one another. For a month, I had been trapped in this limbo with no chance to defend myself, no chance to breathe freely.

Sienna The pale light from the full moon streaked a silver light across the mansions and the outskirts of the city, reflecting my unease. I was at the edge of the bonfire’s glow, and its crackle was mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses. My phone vibrated in my pocket for the third time tonight—Derek, my Alpha, texting me and telling me to blend in. I ignored it, cupping my plastic cup of cheap wine. Unmated wolves in the stronger packs moved in the space, their confidence filled the air, mixed with musk, cologne and ambition.

KIMANI The plan was simple. Spend New Year’s Eve with family. Count down to midnight. Leave immediately for our honeymoon. Clean. Organized. Efficient. Very Alaric. It was the evening of December 31st, and once again the mansion was full. The Christmas decorations were still up, lights glowing warmly against the tall windows. Music hummed softly in the background, glasses clinked occasionally, and the energy in the room was restless—the kind that builds when everyone is waiting for midnight.

It was better than waiting around, hoping things would change. On a bright, chilly day in early December, Grace awoke to a light snowfall. It was the first of the year, and it covered the world outside in a bright white blanket that hurt to look at too long. She’d never been much for snow, but she had to admit, it was pretty. But snow or no snow, she had a mission to accomplish.