Romance Christmas Novels Novels & Stories

Then she laughed, a throaty and endearing sound that made me smile. “Merry Christmas Brad and thank you for the most perfect gift ever.” I kissed her slow, tasting salt and sex and her and I knew deep in my heart that whatever it is this is, we were just starting.

He was so handsome. The work he had done, the story of old loves, the closeness of our bodies, it was all intoxicating to me. My body craved the taste of his lips and I could no longer fight against the craving. I leaned over and kissed him. It was the culmination of years of longing, particularly intense for the last three weeks. I had wanted this so badly, ever since the kiss at the Winter Carnival. He pulled back a little. "Holly?"

Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!" … Under the eerie night sky, the elderly town mayor, George Porter, leaned on his cane and slowly addressed us, "Tonight is Ximena Ferguson's wedding. Dear guests, you wouldn't want to miss it." He paused, lowering his voice. "At 9:00 pm, the ceremony will be held at the manor. As for your wedding gifts…" The corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile. "Each of you will offer one sacrifice. A human sacrifice."

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“He hates Christmas.” “Your son hates Christmas?” Molly couldn’t hide her confusion. The Kerstmans were the most Christmas-loving people she knew. “How is that even possible?” “Oh, he doesn’t hate-hate Christmas. Nicholas just isn’t the kind of person who appreciates the sentimental bits of the holiday season. He’s always been more of a facts and figures type.” Mr. Kerstman paused before he blew out a heavy breath. “Always sticks to his books and business, that one. Never has any time for wasting time.”

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

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She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

“What will happen next for them?” “A happily ever after,” Merryweather replied. “A happily ever after.” “That is the best kind of magic,” Flora said with a smile. “A happily ever after with Christmas. It doesn't get better than that.” Merryweather had to agree.

I said. She approached me, and the room was filled with a sense of anticipation and affection. As she drew closer, our lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. It was a moment of warmth and love, a symbol of the deep connection we shared. The soft crackling of the fireplace provided a comforting soundtrack to our affectionate embrace. The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us.