Pretty Little Liars Christmas Novels & Stories

“I love you, Nizhoni Hosteen. Thank you for always being so supportive about…well, everything. I couldn’t have gotten through these last seven months without you.” She kissed him again and smiled. “I love you, shijeidishjool.” “So, mini muffin, are you ready for tomorrow?” Rose asked during a full meal of ham, potato salad, macaroni salad, deviled eggs, sweet potatoes and more. “Tomorrow?” “Well, Christmas day of course. Today you got things from the family. Tomorrow we find out what Santa dropped off.” “I already know Santa isn’t real. One of the foster brothers I had told me,” Jaxsen said, casting his eyes. That wasn’t a fond memory he wanted to relive or remember.

They froze. Snow fell around them. Her hair brushed his jaw. His hands were on her waist. “You’re heavy,” he said. “You’re lying,” she shot back. For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. Then— “DAAAADDYYYY!” Noelle slid into them like a missile. Sebastian groaned. Nyra burst out laughing. “This,” Nyra said between laughs, “is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.” Sebastian stood, brushing snow off. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

Anne can no longer harm another soul, and we take solace in that, making a pact to never mention her again. She’s dead to us. * * * It’s a few minutes before midnight on Christmas Eve, and I’m so excited I can’t sleep. We have the whole family staying at the house with us. Victoria, Phil and Gerald, and of course Robert, who’s still living with us. Damian’s huge home was once empty, and it’s now bursting with life. This will be the first Christmas I’m surrounded by people I love, and who love me back. We have a beautifully decorated tree that’s bursting with presents.

Lachesis giggles, “Well, it looks like Damon found the female version of himself.” Ana laughs, “I could've told everyone that.” Misha lightly smacks Ana on the shoulder, “Hey, I'm not that bad.” Ana laughs harder, “You so are!” “Well go, we will see you again at the wedding,” Lachesis says. Misha snaps, “There isn't going to be a wedding!” Lachesis shrugs, “As you wish.” Then she winks at me. Oh, there'll be a wedding. I just have to convince Misha to marry me on Christmas. We say farewell and Misha ports us back to their house.

"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.

I hugged her a little tighter than usual before I left, breathing in the familiar scent that reminded me of my childhood. “Don’t be late,” she said. “I won’t,” I lied. I dressed carefully in neutral colors. No jewelry except the necklace Damon gave me. I almost took it off, then stopped. I didn’t call Damon to inform him of anything. I reached for my phone and scrolled, my fingers hovered over his name more than once, but Aunt Mira’s warning echoed in my head; Love can make you careless, and I couldn’t afford to be careless. The city looked different at night. It was louder but emptier somehow. Streetlights lit up the entire road, giving a clear view of what's coming in front and behind, but

The classroom smelled of pine and cinnamon from the holiday decorations strung across the windows. Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the empty school in white. It was the last day before Christmas break, and most students had bolted early, but Elena lingered. She was eighteen now, a senior with curves that strained her uniform skirt and a crush on Mr. Harlan that burned hotter than the fake fireplace flickering in the corner of the room.

The air in the house was electric. For the first time in over five years, the house seemed full and happy. Olivia and the kids decorated a tree in the corner, and she even started to use a bit of fey magic to decorate the house. Liam and I strung lights inside and outside of the house for Christmas at the behest of Olivia. She said that we have been lacking on our excitement for Christmas and was determined to change that. Xander and Zain were ecstatic to be a part of it.

Liam, suddenly a jolly ball of energy, crawled after them, his eyes wide with wonder as he explored the festive environment. "Look, Grandpa, Mommy and Daddy got us so many presents!" Zoey exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. On Christmas Eve, the Anderson family gathered in the spacious living room, dressed in comfortable sweaters and festive clothes. Zoey, Liam, Marianne, Felix, Emma, and the extended family -Ethel, Marcus, Crystal, and Nate exchanged gifts under the festively decorated tree. Liam, dressed in a lovely Christmas onesie, sits on a blanket surrounded by colorful presents. Felix, wearing a Santa hat, served as the family's own Santa Claus, handing out gifts with a spa

Alaric asked flatly. “It was festive,” Alex defended. “It was fragile,” Denise corrected. Zendaya raised her phone. “For documentation purposes.” “Delete it,” Alaric said immediately. “No,” she replied just as quickly. I stepped into the middle of the room and picked up a piece of torn wrapping paper. “It’s Christmas,” I announced. “No one is getting arrested.” Malik grinned. “She understands me.” “I didn’t say that.” Ava came down the hallway carrying more gift boxes. “Are we opening the rest or are the toddlers in timeout?”