Pfp Christmas Novels & Stories

CHRISTOFF I wasn’t a man who marked dates. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries. They usually blurred into a single, unremarkable line in my mind. Sentimental milestones, those were luxuries for men with uncomplicated lives. Men with clean hands. But Pepa changed that. She made everything worth celebrating.

I asked as I curled up in James’s lap “Not putting up Christmas decorations till after the 1st of December” “Ok guys we have prom before Christmas”

Hasn't the rule always been Christmas music starts on Thanksgiving day? The song changes and new lyrics quickly cover the silence. "Here comes Santa paws" makes my steps falter. How this song is worse than the chipmunks, I don't know, but it is. I pass by the line of carts—my sister's dog doesn't need that many Christmas gifts, even if she does treat him like her new baby. The cute little Yorkie was a gift from her new boyfriend. She thinks it's their chance to raise a puppy together, find out what kind of father he'll be and whether or not he is marriage material. I see it as more of a twelve- to eighteen-year reminder she'll have of this guy if they don't work out.

“I want to throw a small Christmas party.” He chuckles. “A Christmas party?” He gives me an incredulous look. “Uh-huh,” I nod, grinning. “Since when do the Penns celebrate Christmas?” he asks, clearly shocked. “Well, since now. I know we haven’t celebrated Christmas for years, but that’s about to change,” I say. A wave of sadness washes over me, but I take a deep breath and force a smile. “We’re getting some Christmas decorations for the house.”

He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands. “I will help you with that.” When his hands touched my neck, I felt an impulse. What is wrong with me? “Thank you, Zayne.” “Do you mind if I take a photo of you two? Don’t worry, it is free.” A man with a camera smiled at us, waving his camera. Before I could say anything, Zayne drew me closer to him and asked me to pose for the camera, which I did, followed by the lens clicking. “You both look so beautiful. Perfect couple. Merry Christmas,” the man said, handing the hard copy to Zayne.

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Chapter Five Marguerite “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, wiping off nonexistent dust from my shirt. “Say it like you mean it.” Vinn made a face. “Do you want me to pick you up after school? We could spend Christmas together if you don’t have plans.” Vinn suggested as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby—the Kawasaki ZX10R SE. It was Christmas Day. Fucking Christmas Day and our professors who weren’t loved at home, set the day for classes.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

But she is excited by the musical storybooks, throwing her arms around me as she thanks me. “Your turn,” Chris smiles at me. I am touched to see wrapped gifts from Paris and his mother and have to swallow back tears, still stunned that I have gone from being almost homeless, to not just celebrating Christmas in a lovely home, but being presented gifts as well. I smile at the self-love workbook from Paris and the scented candle set from Mrs. Patrick, but it is the beautiful, pastel blue cashmere sweater from Chris and Muna that melts my heart. “Because we noticed you like blue,” he says, smiling at me.