Romance Christmas Novels & Stories

A/N: Dear Reader, This chapter is not in any way related to the plot of this story. It's a little gift to add to your Christmas happiness. Please don't pay for this chapter. It's free (Free-To-Read) "Merry Christmas, Maria," Romeo exclaims, his voice waking the sleepy Maria. "Merry Christmas, Romeo, and thanks for stealing my sleep," she cackles. She sits up and sees Romeo holding a small cheesecake with a big candle in the middle.

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

The snow was coming down hard outside, buckets of it falling onto the concrete city below them. They heaved for air wrapping their arms around one another after a mind blowing sex. Anthony tucked her head underneath his chin before he pressed a kiss to Celeste’s forehead, and the feeling alone tingled her skin. There was something in him which pulled her like the earth’s gravitational force. Celeste pressed deeper into him as a smile crossed her features. She found his fingers and laced them up with hers. Not for a moment does she want to part from Anthony. The next morning was Christmas. She couldn’t have concocted a better way to spend the festival even if it came to returning back to her

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

I feel an arm go round my waist and I'm pulled to sit on Damien's legs. "Now, you Mrs Forrest, has been a very naughty girl lately" he whispers in my ear and I feel a smile creep up on my face. "What are you going to do about it Santa?" I hum. "I might just have a special candy for you to suck on" He smirks and I chuckle before pulling his face for a kiss. His hands go to squeeze my bum making me smile against his kiss. We pull apart grinning, when we noticed a small figure standing by the corner. We both turn to see Roxy looking at us with his eyes wide opened. I bite on my lips. We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS ••Luciana•• Christmas came earlier than I expected. I had spent the last two weeks with Roman, attending events together, accompanying him to elegant dinners with families close to the Orlovs. The days moved quickly, almost unfairly so, blending into one another until I barely noticed time passing. One moment it was early December, and the next, Christmas morning was already here.

“I can’t say wanted it to go this way, exactly, but it’s perfect. I lucked out, anyway. You’re too pretty for me.” Lana laughed and shoved Jackson’s shoulder with her own. “And I wanted no part of it at all,” Drake announced. “But this is exactly what I wanted,” Roman said. “Oh, so you meant for y’all to knock me up?” Roman smiled and shrugged at her, breaking out into laughter as she shoved at him this time. It wasn’t conventional, but she knew he loved her with every fiber of his being—and she knew the other men did, too. “Let’s just say that this is the best Christmas gift you could possibly have given us,” Roman said.

Mary's Church embraces the night, Illuminating our steps in peaceful silence. The White Christmas song we sing softly, Warm notes echoing between the cold snow. Your hand, as smooth as falling snow, Warms my heart on this peaceful night. This Christmas Eve, time seems to stop, With you, Stefany, my world becomes so beautiful. Under the big tree, our love will be eternal, In a blanket of snow and divine magic. "Dani! The poem is so beautiful. I'm so touched. Thank you!" Stefany exclaimed enthusiastically. "Of course, Stefy. I will do anything for you, believe me. I only want you, one person. There will be no one else in my heart," Daniel replied while looking softly at his sweetheart's face w

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.