Plight Before Christmas Novels & Stories

[Carlos] I found out Christmas sitting on the edge of the old fountain here in the courtyard. The fountain doesn't have a water anymore since our situation gone wrong and even the house adjusted in the changes. It seems the house died since she is gone but now she is here, it is still not alive. “What are you doing here?” asked of Christmas, looking on my way. “I came here to see you,” I replied and walked closer to her, “I just want to apologise about last night.” I sat beside her.

Their happiness was at the peak, as they eagerly pushed their surprises under the beautifully decorated Christmas tree. Meanwhile, Mitchell, with a heart brimming with gratitude, took charge of the holiday feast. She planned a mouth watering menu, featuring all their favorite dishes, and carefully wrote out a grocery list. She couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment as she prepared to create a memorable Christmas meal for her newfound family.

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

I saw a wolf who had just cleared the board. Jeffrey had left the previous evening after a friend called to say he was in town. That left just the three of us. Again. Me. Chloe. And the man who had spent the last forty-eight hours systematically stripping away every layer of my resistance. *** "Come on, Maya! Stop looking so gloomy. It's Christmas Eve!" Chloe's voice snapped me out of my trance. She was sitting cross-legged on the plush white rug in front of the massive stone fireplace, holding a glass of champagne.

Carrie shouted angrily, “Is this how you act as an elder sister? Christmas is approaching, and you won’t even give me some money for the holidays! “Everyone is going on holiday, preparing for Christmas. How am I supposed to find a job now? Even if I did find one, I wouldn’t get paid in time for the holidays. If I don’t get any money, I’ll starve. Hurry up and give me some money—I need it for rent, fuel, Christmas presents, and new clothes for the holidays.”

Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget. As I locked my car and walked past him, Mr. Jones cocked his head. "Not taking any time off for the holiday this year again, Miss Samantha? Always working, you are." I shook my head, pulling my scarf tighter. "Not my thing, Mr. Jones. Just another day as far as I’m concerned." “Well…” He looked at me with a sympathetic smile. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.”

Too aware of each other. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in pink and orange streaks, Sebastian received another message. A single line: “This Christmas, you won’t get away.” Sebastian’s hand tightened around his gun. He looked at Nyra. She read it instantly. “Well,” she said, adjusting her coat, “looks like neutral ground is officially a myth.” Noelle looked between them, eyes wide. “More enemies?” Sebastian sighed. “Unfortunately… yes.” Nyra grinned. “Then it’s Christmas Eve. Time to make it interesting.”

I'm sorry. The moment I heard that, my knees went weak, and I sat heavily on the floor. I clenched my phone tightly. My heart hurt so badly that I could barely breathe. "Ivana!" I didn't know how long I waited before the emergency room lights finally went out. The surgeon walked out and asked, "Is Noelle's family here? Do spend Christmas Eve with her." Today was Christmas Eve, a festive occasion. How did this happen? Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly.

The flames danced and leaped in the air, while the crackles of the dry wood made every other noise barely audible. It was the night after Christmas. What a tragic Christmas for the siblings. Though Emma did give James presents which she had bought at the beginning of the month when she got the promotion yet he didn't look happy. James wanted to be home. But it's next to impossible given the unfavorable circumstances.

“Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?” “Yeah, maybe Santa’s still working on it.” Molly couldn’t help but smile at Liam’s innocent belief. Of course, she knew that the chances of any of her Christmas wishes coming true were long gone. Nicholas Kerstman had not only sold the rights to the shop, but he’d also left town for good, which seemed to ruin both of her Christmas wishes in one fell swoop.