Sans Christmas Novels & Stories

"That’s the problem, Cass. We used to always have time for moments like this, but now… everything feels like an endless battle." Cassandra fell silent. Alexander was right. Her life was nothing like before—there was no space left to simply enjoy time with someone without burdens, without threats lurking in every corner of the city. But tonight, she wanted to forget everything. When they arrived at the city’s central park, Cassandra was instantly mesmerized. In the middle of the vast park, a giant Christmas tree stood tall, adorned with thousands of twinkling lights, casting a warm glow across the entire area. People strolled around, children laughed as they played in the snow, young couples

I let out a soft laugh, "Psh, so? It's good to have that Christmas feeling because it's Christmas!" "No, it's not." He smiled at how childish I was acting. "December 25th is Christmas. Today is December the 5th. I don't get why everybody goes all out way before the big day." "Yeah, I get that it's the 25th but Christmas isn't just a day, it's a season!" I said in a soothing voice, smiling as I did. "Christmas is December. Back home, we don't put down our Christmas tree until New Years Eve."

“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.

I would give my all to trade places with him, to have a shot of that eternity with her. While looking at Sinclair, memories of the past all played in my mind like a CD. It was Cassandra wearing a Santa Claus’ costume early in the morning, mischief was dancing in her eyes, as she greeted me a loud ‘Merry Christmas’. Before that, she filled the house with Christmas tree, with glittering lights, gifts, and who could forget about the socks she hung all over the living room? All the socks had handwritten letters in them for me and Nick about the reasons why she loved us. And then she read them in front of us while blushing.

Courtney looked nervous and Mason was absolutely beaming. Groaning, “Come one Mason! Not right now!” Jaxson said, rolling his eyes. He put his hand on his desk and rested his chin on his fingers with one finger on his cheek. “Not right now? What do you want, Mason?” I was so confused. What is not right now?” “Well, we missed Christmas with everything that has been going on and since I found some Christmas spirit, we should have our own little family Christmas here!” I blinked a few times at him, “We are wolves.” I stated the obvious like we don’t celebrate a holiday that human’s believe in. The Moon Goddess created us.

Roth has heard a lot of jokes like this from him over the years, enough to be entertained instead of being insulted. Do you want me to remind you of how finding a mate works, V? Or should I just give you a mental recording with the right amount of sarcasm? "Well, bah humbug to you too, Roth. I just can't believe this is the 32nd Christmas that we won't be having anyone celebrating the holidays. I was hoping you've already made up your mind by now." When I find her scent, you will be the first to know. Meanwhile, it's bah humbug to you too, Vince. So, are you going to continue working as you usually do, or go home and rest, which I know you dislike at this time of year?

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.”

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

The Porsche crest caught the light. The scream she let out probably caused an avalanche three miles away. "The Cayenne Turbo? The one with the red interior?" "Merry Christmas, bug," Silas said, his expression softening for just a second. Chloe threw her arms around him. "Best daddy ever! I have to get pictures!" She grabbed her phone and ran out into the blizzard, leaving the door wide open. Cold wind swirled in. But the temperature dropped for a different reason. Silas turned to me.

Christmas... For many, it was probably the most wonderful time of the year, the jolly season that brings the feeling of joy, warmth, and nostalgia. But for Bianca Sanders and the occupants of the Sanders family estate, it was merely another month, another ordinary day with no festive excitement in the air. A long scream echoed through the hallways past the busy maids and household servants as Bianca Sanders yelled down fire and brimstone, threatening to break the room’s door down or simply put an end to her rather miserable life.