Pandora Christmas Novels & Stories

"Never say never. Who knows…" Gosh, she was truly hopeless! Not wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore, I ended the call. Later events proved I shouldn't have done that. At least then I could have prepared myself for what was to come. … After the Christmas break, Louis and I both returned to work. The first morning rush after the holidays always resulted in unusually congested traffic. To make matters worse, I seemed to get caught at every red light possible. The trip that usually took no more than half an hour ended up taking me almost 50 minutes.

"Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year." Taren chuckled without humor. "You're forgetting that we live in the Christmas capital of the United States, where it's Christmas three hundred sixty-five days a year." "You know what I mean." Bret stood and stopped at the door. "Erica's cookies are ready. You'd better come out and get one before they're all gone." Taren scoffed. "And you didn't bring me one? What's wrong with you?" he teased, rising from his seat. "Well, it looks like I'd better get one before you heathens eat them all."

She tilted her head at him and just lifted her hand and pointed at him with her brow arched. "Every girl needs a fairy godmother and I'm yours," he winked and she snorted. "Are you on the crazy pills again? Why are you my tech for the day?" "Because I am the best. Just move," he muttered, sulking at her. Pandora sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yay, I'm gonna be a princess," she sang while clapping her hands the whole way to the seat.

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 downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.

“Please welcome our contestants to the stage!” I watched as ten couples climbed onto the stage. Each one brought their own energy—the young pairs in matching Ankara outfits, the newlyweds glowing in white and gold, and a particular couple, who wore Santa hats and had cheeky grins that immediately endeared them to the audience. As soon as they took their position on the stage, we got to games immediately. I took charge of the trivia round, my voice steady as I read the first question. “What is the Yoruba name for Christmas?”

I'm anxious to see my Snowie but Jaxon tells me to be patient and have a bath first. “The goddess be praised! They're back!” A woman announces as soon as she catches sight of Jaxon carrying me into the compound. I'm a little surprised to see the pack is camped outside, eating from bowls and all merry under the dark sky. The tree is still shining with the lights Cassie and I decorated it with, the star on top glowing brighter than the dull crescent moon above. It's not a full moon anymore. That means it's a new day. That means it's Christmas!

"If you don't learn to mind your business and stop meddling in my private affairs, I'll make you join Douglas at the dungeon. I think that's best for you." I've never been so irritated as this before, what is happening to Douglas didn't come a quarter in pissing me as this. "It's because of Douglas I chose the prison sector and I'll get him out before your very eyes!" "What makes you…" Pandora rose up in great annoyance like she was gonna pull me down. My enchanting power came over me just as Pandora rose to shift and attack me in her vampire form. She had started shifting but I, fast as much as possible held her forehead with my right hand and the left went to her chest. She sank down. In a

I’m watching the clock and time is going by so fucking slow. Pandora is sitting on the counter, soaking up all the attention she can get from customers. My cats are a little famous around the shop, and people assume I’m a total crazy cat lady who spent lots of time training them to be so well-behaved. And I’m one hundred percent fine with that rumor. She sits up, growling, and looks at the person who just walked through the door. “You have got to be kidding me,” I say, when I see demon—and witch—hunter, Easton Richards, walk through the door.