Phoebe Merry Christmas Eve Eve Novels & Stories

Phoebe refused, she didn't understand why she had to close her eyes. They argued for a while and finally, Eric convinced her to close her eyes. "Alright but not for long, you know I hate to be in the dark" "Yes, yes don't worry, let me hold your hand, come on go in" They entered slowly and Eric asked Phoebe to open her eyes now. "SURPRISE!!!, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY PHOEBE !!!!!" A group of people screamed out. Phoebe didn't look surprised but she had to pretend she was and said;

The cold winter wind blew through Eve’s hair, as her mother, Holly, smiled affectionally at the small girl. She was so beautiful in every way, Holly thought. She would always think that. Holly chose the name Eve for her daughter because she had always believed the eve of every holiday was the most exciting day. Holly went to bed full of joy on Christmas Eve, ready to open her presents. The night before easter she would waste her time until she fell asleep thinking of all the possible little nooks and crannies the easter bunny would hide delicious eggs for her to find in the morning. Holly was no longer a little girl, but her love for the holidays never faded, and the only thing she looked fo

I commented, taking the bottle of wine from her hand. I read the inscription, the alcoholic content wasn't that high but it was just enough to get an average human drunk. "Come on Eve...don't tell me you're going to be like this on my birthday" Pheobe chided," this is supposed to be the happiest day of my life so let me..." She snatched the bottle from my hand, standing up from her seat. "Oh no, damn, she's wasted," Rebekah commented as she watched Pheobe, wondering what she was about to do next.

Phoebe's sweet voice came out from the quiet carriage, "I didn't disturb you, did I?" "No! What's the matter?” Donald asked curiously. "It's Christmas Eve today. Do you have an appointment tonight? If you don't have a date, I'll treat you to a big meal as thanks for the signed photo you gave me." Phoebe's voice revealed a sweet scent. Donald's thin lips couldn't help but curl up into a smile. "Order the restaurant! I'll be there any time." "Then I'll book it!" Phoebe was also very happy, so he didn't have a date!

Like a small moving world where she could breathe. Snow flurries drifted across the windshield as they passed glowing storefronts decorated in silver and gold. Christmas Eve in New York was beautiful in the way heartbreak was beautiful, sharp and bright. Her phone buzzed. From: Chris Don’t wait up. Staying at Brian’s. She stared at the screen until the letters blurred. Staying at Brian’s. On Christmas Eve. He wasn’t even trying anymore. Giancarlo glanced up, catching the shift in her breathing. “Something happened.”

Everything she did was perfect, and he genuinely wanted her to relax and be herself with him. Sebastian looked at something off-screen. “I have to go. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Merry almost Christmas.” “Merry almost Christmas.”, Celine said then gave him a hundred-watt smile that she felt with all her heart. When the screen went black, Celine squealed and spun around. Her feet barely touched the floor as she flew back to the patio. A few mugs of Pumpkin Pie later, Dad had gone to bed, leaving the girls alone to greet Christmas. They were chatting about this and that when Celine’s phone chimed.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

A squeal left Evie's lips, excitement bubbling. She couldn't wait!

His smile seemed to overflow from the bottom of his eyes. Entranced, Patricia gazed out of the window and suddenly uttered, "The day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve..." How time flies. The three little ones are about to turn five. Martin had never really celebrated holidays, and although he'd heard of Christmas Eve, he'd never actually celebrated it. "Do you have plans the day after tomorrow evening? If not, let's take the kids and celebrate Christmas Eve together!" Martin suggested, not particularly interested in the holiday itself, but willing to do it for Patricia.

Cassie held up a cookie in front of Annette. “You get the first one,” she said. “You sure?” Annette asked. “Only one rule tonight,” Jane added. “Annette eats first.” With a shaky hand, Annette took the cookie and bit into it. She closed her eyes. “Oh my God,” she said. “You guys didn’t fuck it up.” “Language,” Hudson said automatically. They all laughed. The machines kept humming in the background, but no one noticed. It was 10:30 PM on Christmas Eve. The snow was falling outside, soft and steady. And for a few minutes, everything felt right.