Pandora Christmas Novels & Stories

"It's too provocative." "But it's a date!" I stomped and he turned back at me and shook his head. I went to the fitting room again and try the long-sleeved red dress and I wowed myself. It was a fit off-shoulder dress with minimal beads at the top. It also reveals my clavicle and the shape of my body. I went out and hope to god that Zach already chooses it since he is going to pay for it.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Too much that I was grateful for the distraction of the past few days. To distract myself for the night, I picked up my glass of whiskey and almost emptied it. When I lifted my gaze to Amber’s, I found her watching me. The candlelight cast a beautiful golden glow on her skin. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I raised my glass. “Merry Christmas.” She finally smiled and raised her glass of red wine. “Merry Christmas.” My gaze went to her lips. I took a sip and watched the muscles in her throat move as she swallowed. She caught my eyes and sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

“She is Helena—” “I am Damon. Damon Blackwood, Aria. No one comes close.” She nodded. “Fine, but would you touch my mother's company?” I reached for her face and cupped her cheeks, brushing her lips. “No. I promise not to touch your mother's legacy.” She smiled and sat back on the bed. “Thanks babe. For everything. For standing by me and for everything. I ruffled her hair and she giggled, throwing her head back. “You're too much, you know?” She asked me. I nodded before going back to continue my work from where I'd stopped.

“We should decorate with red and gold, and maybe throw in a bit of green? But red would look wonderful!” I stood there, frozen, unable to fully process what Sarah was saying. The festive chatter around me seemed to fade into a distant hum as realization hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. They were planning a Christmas day engagement party for Arthur and Savannah. My heart sank, and I could feel a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach. Sarah continued, her voice cheerful and bright, completely oblivious to the turmoil within me. "We thought it would be perfect! And even though we know Sophia and Arthur married on Christmas Eve, which is why he now cannot stand Christmas, we now wa

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

He’d asked her to help with the tree, and she would find a way to push her own grown up problems aside and give him an afternoon of tree decorating to remember. Once they got started, it was easier to push the awkwardness of both her conversation with Michael and the relaying of the information to Reid aside and concentrate on having fun. Michael requested Christmas music, and even though Reid was hesitant at first, somehow picking up on Melody’s preferences, she insisted that he turn some on so that Michael could decorate his tree with full effect. So Reid had found a kids’ Christmas station on Pandora and refrains of “Frosty the Snowman” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” filled the room

Yuan promised me. I just held my breath. I just hope that this will end soon. This war is no longer with us, but with the new generation. ••• August's POV A mission scroll was passed to the headmaster so that we could all be excused from our class. We will be away for a long time as we will tour the entire world of Pandora. If the earth has only seven continents, then how many with Pandora? We have Veneesha, Atlantis, Anatolia, Litho, Tierraguzam, Kimera, and Winterfell. There are eight continents, but Anatolia right now is the nest of the orcs. And with this traveling, I can already put up with travel goals. But do you need a visa and passport? I don't have one! But of course, that's not a