Scrambled Christmas Novels & Stories

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

When I came home after the New Year, my college classmates organized a reunion. A lot of them were already married. Some even brought their kids along. When they found out that Tristan Moreno and I still hadn't tied the knot, our class president, Mason Hopkins, looked less than pleased. He pressed us for a wedding date. "We're undecided." "1st of October." Tristan and I spoke simultaneously. He turned to me sharply, his frown creasing his brows. His expression darkened as he stared at me, and confusion and irritation flickered in his gaze.

The door was never locked. "Quick! Lock it!" Mariam screamed but without waiting for anyone she ran for the door, freeing herself from the protective clutches of the other women and her friends, her dress felt even more uncomfortable and heavy as she ran. Few steps away from the door and as her fingers brushed the knob, she tripped on the long dress and fell forward, almost immediately the door was suddenly forced open and Mariam fell into the chest of a person. The women screamed.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

The Christmas tree shifts slightly and I catch sight of my red envelope hanging on the tree. Wait! What?? Is this for real? What is my letter doing in Damien's cabin?? I blink my eyes and stare at the tree again and surprisingly I see nothing there. What the fuck!! I see something now and the next minute I don't see it again?? What the fuck is happening?? Just then, the Christmas lights flickers. Damien goes still. “That’s not me,” he says slowly. My pulse jumps. “What do you mean not you? Something strange is happening in your cabin.”

EMBER'S POV The breakfast terrace has been transformed into a holiday explosion that looks like Santa's workshop threw up on a five-star resort. Christmas decorations drip from every available surface—garlands wrapped around railings, oversized ornaments dangling from trees, some kind of artificial snow machine creating a gentle flurry that's already collecting in people's hair. A cheerful activities coordinator bounces around with a clipboard, sorting guests into teams for what she keeps calling "fun holiday bonding exercises." I want to murder her. Knox's hand is at the small of my back as we navigate the crowd, but it feels different than this morning.

I guess that scent is my personal scent that wolves identify me by. I was sitting on the couch at nine at night, watching "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" on a movie channel. I knew that it was the third of January, but what can I say? Christmas sticks with me through the year. The holiday cheer just gets more exciting during December. I sang the songs, laughed like the Grinch, and imitated his funny noises he makes between the narrator's pauses. I still had the pumpkin bread wrapped up on the table from this morning, so I had decided it was the best idea to eat the whole loaf. Yeah, best idea if I wanted to throw up. Eh, oh well.

“I want a tree for this place, he said no, I begged, he said no, I pleaded, he said no, I...” “I think we get it!” Derrick said grabbing his wrist with a sigh. “It's because he's Scrooge!” Demi said and grinned when Derrick glared at her. “Christmas is a time for celebration, love, happiness, presents, and spending a shitload of money. Have you got him a gift yet?” Jordan glanced at Derrick to see his jaw clench and his stomach tightened at the expression. He looked down at his hands hearing Demi sigh and seeing her shake her head when she walked up the metal steps to her bedroom.