Picture Perfect Royal Christmas 소설 & 이야기

I dozed off during the car ride back to my mom's house. When I opened my eyes, I noticed we were in the middle of the forest. The sight was beautiful. The trees were covered in snow and there were houses neatly placed along the road. The sun had started to go down and the streetlights came on as well as the Christmas lights on the houses. Everything looked like a winter wonderland. I was in awe, it was such a beautiful sight. Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. And it's places like this that decorate and go all out is one of the reasons why.

It was a charcoal portrait…Of me. Beautifully framed, and every detail had been drawn by hand. Tears immediately blurred my vision. "Merry Christmas, babe." Without thinking, I threw my arms around him. "I love you so much." He hugged me tightly. "I love you too." My chest felt so full it might burst. "It's beautiful." He smiled. "It's you." And somehow that made me cry even harder. Finally, I handed him my gift. Three customized jackets. Mustard. Black.

Ryder doesn’t tear his eyes from mine, but responded. “With my life,” His eyes were misty, as he held on firmly to my palms and rubbed slow circles at the back of my palns, causing me to blush deeply. “You are breathtakingly beautiful,” he mused. “And you are absolutely stunning,” I returned the compliment. The crowd goes up in a loud cheer of “awws,” and “Uhhs” as the outgoing king mounts the stadium to give his speech before they slowly start to bare their necks to him.

The man finally silenced when the pain caught up to him, and he closed his ice, blue eyes in a grimace. He felt tears furiously burn behind his eyelids. The hall was hollow. He had triumphed in the war just to meet the silence which lay over the city. The snow fell over the land when the sky cried with the Ice mage on the throne. He had reclaimed his homeland. But there was no one left who could celebrate with him. He was alone—ruler of the Eitir kingdom. ***** Year 782 of Octavus

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

It was a foreign feeling and moreover she felt lonely. She may be married but she never wanted to have a relationship with anyone and forget about marriage. Her hands traces along the spectacular shaped hedges and trees as she walked about in the secluded part of the palace grounds. She takes a sharp turn and her mouth dropped open. With a sleek and sexy side ponytail, a yellow tradition Indian lehenga and a flower made crown was the fourth Prince’s mother watering the little flowers and plants. She was radiant and the sun kissed her skin making it glow.

She said after she looked down on her thighs. "Curves." I randomly said. "I have straight line." She said and I rolled my eyes. "Good personality." "I have that.." She said happily as she did a penguin happy dance. I chuckled seeing her reaction and I can't wait to have a crazy one year with her.

Pamela's p.o.v The door opened and Royal walked inside in a blue suit that looked good on him. I probably shouldn't care about how good he looked in a time like that. I watched him closely. Royal smiled as he put his hands in his pocket. "You're up" Royal said and I scrunched my face. "And you're insane," I snapped. He chuckled and bit his lip. "Feisty" He said as he carried the rocking chair from the corner and placed it in front of me.

He looked so happy and carefree. Amber’s breath had stilled inside her lungs as she pulled out the next picture. Tears slipped from her eyes. The little boy was dressed in a little suspenders and dress pants on Santa’s lap. His hair had been tamed and brushed back, giving him the appearance of a little man. He clutched a candy cane in one of his small hands. In this shot he had both his front teeth. Amber traced her fingers over his sweet little face. The picture had a printed boarder beneath it said Godwin Railroad Christmas Party 2049…

However, she didn't see any reason why she should concern herself with what happened to strangers. "You gotta try harder to change my mind." She looked up at him. "Look at the last picture." Alexander replied. Athena did what he said and abruptly stopped. Her breath was caught in her throat as she focused on the last picture. There were no corpses in it, but it made her skin crawl as she stared at it. In the picture, there was a cauldron lit with fire, it was filled with blood. She didn't need anyone to tell her whose blood was it.