Scrambled Christmas Novels & Stories

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.

I don't know what was wrong with scumbag. I walked out of the hallway, outside, and a fresh cold breeze hit my skin. My hair danced to its melody. I took a deep breath, shoving out all the negative feelings in my heart. I still have a few days to get out of this mess, and once I'm done, I will never make such mistakes again. Outside, people who came for the Christmas holiday were smiling and laughing with their loved ones. While me…I was struggling to smile for a second. I felt like going back to my parents and marrying that bullshit to save myself from being humiliated always.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Their nap was broken by a ringing of bell "Scarlet I think food is here go and bring it na please" Christy said in a sleepy voice "No you go this time I have ordered food you it's your turn to receive it" Scarlet said covered her face with pillow "Please Scarlet I am really tired" "I am tired too christy" "See the delivery man will go If we will not open the door please go na Scarlet" "Arghh let's play stone,paper and scissor and the one loose will open the door" Scarlet said and Christy agreed

His hand was shaking, I didn't know if it was fear or anger? "You don't look shock," Zach commented. "By the way, Cruz. My girl and I are having a Christmas date today so if you'll excuse us." Zach was pulling me now. "A-ah Merry Christmas." I heard Miggy said before walking away. Zach and I were a bit far behind Miggy and I could see him walking away as well. What grabbed my attention was the orange scarf in the back of its pocket. Until now? Every time we had something to celebrate or going elsewhere, he would always give me different things. But all of them were color orange. Like orange bags, orange shoes or orange bracelets. He was really weird sometimes.

We didn't speak about what happened until we were back at the mansion. "I'm guessing it's not the first time he's done something like that?" "What you just saw was a watered down version of one of the many Christmases he ruined. Broken glass, alcohol spilled everywhere, crying, screaming that's what it always was with him. One year for Christmas he got me a collection of snowglobes and they were all broken by the end of the night." "Shit, Scar, I can't even imagine. I-I didn't think it was that bad." Lee whispered.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

Anonymous POV The house was alive with the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the clinking of dishes as the family gathered for Christmas Eve dinner. The scent of pot roast and pork chops filled the air, blending with the rich aromas of Puerto Rican rice, sweet potatoes, greens, samosas, and empanadas, both chicken and beef. It was a true smorgasbord, a mix of flavors representing their blended family. Sade moved through the dining area, checking on the final touches before dinner. The Christmas tree glowed in the corner, its lights reflecting off the neatly wrapped gifts underneath. The children were buzzing with excitement, especially the one year olds, who were finally old enough to un