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.

someone else chimed in. Leon casually took out a business card and handed it to Mason. "Let's stay in touch. I'll leave with Estie now." Mason nodded and walked with us to the elevator. Behind us, Tristan's mocking voice carried over. "Fiancé? You almost tricked me, Esther. Who else would want you except me? "Don't think you can just find some guy to act with you and force me into marriage! I'm telling you, Esther Wilder, I don't want to get married. Your little games won't work on me."

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.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

Tiny white pieces of plastic simulated falling snow and encircled the jolly soul as he wiggled in a swirling winter wonderland. “That’s pretty cool!” Reid replied, forcing as much fake enthusiasm into his voice as possible. While he attempted to enjoy the holidays for Michael’s sake and though he usually did a pretty good job of pretending, Christmas just wasn’t the same as it used to be. He would manage to get through the holidays, like he always did, but he was certainly one of those people who couldn’t wait to flip the calendar to January.

“I know it’s only Christmas Eve, but I couldn’t resist getting you a little something.” Rayan accepted it with curiosity. “What about all that other stuff you’ve already given me? Didn’t you claim that was all ‘early Christmas presents’ too?” Scott gave him a sly wink. “We’ll just call those ‘pre-Christmas’ presents. Go on, open it!” Rayan gave him an incredulous look, since surely Scott was trying to spoil him too much. Still, after a little bit of struggle, he finally got the little package open. “Cuddle Bug… Is this what I think it is? It’s beautiful…”