Romantic Christmas Books Novels & Stories

The sweet scent of a mix of red roses and Vanilla hung in the air, providing an ambience of luxury to the space. I allowed myself melt into the floor, shivering as soon as my bare body came in contact with the cold tiles. Shutting my eyes tight, I inhaled the sweet fragrance that hit my nose in that instant, and then tried to concentrate on the good things that had happened to me lately. I almost chuckled at how pathetic I was living. There was no single moment that stood out as a happy one ever since I discovered what the men and Sonia had done to me during the Christmas break.

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.

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.”

while trying not to think about how personal that reaction had felt. wikiHow stared back at him mockingly. Ask the ghost to leave. Absolutely not. Cleanse your home with white candles and lavender incense. He stared at the screen. “Does the color really matter?” Salt rings. Protective crystals. Ben snorted. He was really doing this. He crept around his house like a criminal, lighting the candles he had and pouring salt in a shaky circle around his bed. The room smelled aggressively like vanilla and pumpkin spice. He stared at the thin line of salt.

We ducked under the overhang of the bookstore next door, the one where he had read me Keats in the narrow aisle, and stood in the small shelter of it while the rain came down around us and the city moved through its wet evening patterns beyond the awning's edge. Carlisle pushed his hair back from his forehead with one hand, rain-damp, and laughed quietly. "I don't think either of us planned for this." "No," I said. My voice sounded like it belonged to someone braver than me. We were close under the overhang, the rain reducing the available space between us, the golden light from the bookstore window falling across both of us in warm rectangles. I was aware of his proximity in every nerve end

Her hands came up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers spreading over damp skin. The third kiss deepened. I tilted her head, parting her lips with mine, and she opened for me with a quiet, shaky sigh. Our tongues met slowly, exploring, learning each other. She tasted sweet and warm. I groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers curled against my skin.

Xander asked as if he was rubbing salt on my mood after ruining my appetite. "Can you let go of me and stop bothering me? When did you start to care about whether I ate or not?" I snapped at Xander irritated. He ignored me and his eyes glanced at the floor to catch the sight of the book the floor. "Bambi and the devil. That's interesting so you are into dark romance." Xander read out the book title as he pinned me against the shelves. "I am not into dark romance. Why are you here and not with your precious lover?" I hissed at him not liking how close we were. His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared.

She says to me, “Juniper,” Dante's husky voice sounds and I look up, blinking at him and wondering what he wants this time. “Do you want anything in particular for Christmas?” Yes, for you to leave me alone! I wish that was the truth. What I want is quite the opposite. As much as I try to deny it, I love having him all over me, I love the way he worships my body and that is all I want for Christmas. I want this hot Alpha daddy for Christmas.

Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season. More like forced to pretend we could work together when we couldn't even stand in the same room without wanting to kill each other. This was going to be an absolute disaster.

My breath didn’t just catch; it hitched in a broken, needy little sound that made my pulse roar in my ears. I hated it. I hated that my skin seemed to hum under his touch, reaching for the pressure instead of recoiling. “So he offered me his heir,” Caspian murmured. He didn’t just hold me; he tilted my face up, forcing my gaze to collide with his. Up close, his eyes weren’t just dark—they were hungry. I felt a treacherous, heavy heat pool low in my stomach. My lips parted involuntarily, my lungs straining for air that suddenly felt charged with his scent.