One Day In December Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the silver ring inside Greg’s pocket slipped out and hit the floor with a clink. Greg stopped in his tracks, and a distant memory suddenly surfaced in his foggy mind. “Greg, if there comes a day when I give this ring back to you, it means we are truly over. When that day comes, I hope you can accept my decision peacefully, and then live out the rest of your life well.” The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Clutching the ring tightly, Greg let out a hoarse, agonizing cry.

Day 85-91 December 12th - December 18th My Apartment + The City _A Tall HORNY Strangers_ 8 years. No court. No marshals. No hearings. For the first time in 4 months, the calendar was empty. *DAY 1: DEC 12 - SLEEP* 6:47 AM I woke up because the sun hit my face. Not because of a notification. Not because Agent Collins texted "standby." Nico was already awake.

“There…that’s perfect.” “What are you going to do with the old one?” my cousin asked. Mom shrugged. “Throw it away. It’s trash compared to this.” “Uh,” Varos said. “That’s a Monet…” “Whatever,” Mom said. “Doesn’t compare to an original Conti.” Dante POV I sat at my desk in front of the roaring fire enjoying a large decanter of scotch while the snow fell outside. It was Christmas Day, and I spent all afternoon pretending it was just another day but no amount of pretending could change reality.

Ayesha's POV December arrived the way it always did in this city, not gradually but all at once, the cold settling in overnight between November and the first week of the new month as though a decision had been made somewhere without consultation. The gallery felt different in December, warmer in contrast to the street outside, and people moved through it with the slightly slower quality of people who had stepped in from cold air and were in no particular hurry to return to it.

I wanted him to fill me until neither of us could walk away clean. Outside, the morning light grew brighter. Somewhere across the city Leo was already at work or at the new flat, packing the rest of his life away from this house. I had only a few days left at most. I refused to waste them. Tonight I would stop waiting for him to decide. Tonight I would make him face the hunger that already lived in both of us.

(Karis's pov) I could not sleep the entire night; it was the 31st of December, and even the children were confused as to why I sent them to bed so early. Ever since I got here, Val had been coping a bit more; at least she was eating now. "Mummy, why are we not celebrating the new year eve?" Val asked curiously truly naive as a child.

Well, at least I didn't want to wallow in it, but more importantly, I didn't wish for Cade to see me wallowing. "What time is it?" I signed. "The better question is, what day is it." "Are you going to tell me?" "It is the 24th of December." "I slept for two days?" "Well, you were really drunk, and then drugged, then we fucked for 12 hours, so yeah?" I just looked at him, shocked he had put it that way. "So today is Christmas Eve?" He nodded. "Well, shouldn't we be doing Christmas stuff?" "I didn't know how you would feel when you woke up, so I had no plans." I mind-linked him. "That is not true. You just canceled what you had planned." I knew Cade he had been as excited as I was to show me C

By October fifteenth everyone is recovered. By October sixteenth we've pushed the date to the first Saturday in December. "December," Maya says on the phone. "In Montana." "December in Montana," I confirm. "There will be snow." "There will be snow," I agree. "That's either romantic or insane." "I've been told those aren't mutually exclusive." A pause. "Who told you that?" "You did. In 2019. About the time you dated a man who kept ferrets." "The ferrets were a separate issue," Maya says. "Fine. December. I'm ordering a coat."

(Embry's POV) December 22nd. Three more days to Christmas, yay..... The feelings of excitement I was holding towards Christmas have completely vanished. I had been in this house, or should I say this room for a little more than a single day and I was already losing my will to not smack the shit out of Noah.

"But not yet." A Spark of Normalcy The next morning, I suggested something unusual—a day off. "You’re joking, right?" Damien asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Nope," I said firmly. "We’ve earned it. We’ve all earned it. One day won’t alter the world, but it might remind us what we’re fighting for." To my astonishment, he concurred. The First Steps Forward We spent the day outside, away from consoles and weapons. For a few hours, the weight of the past seemed to lift.