Scrambled Christmas の小説・ストーリー

“But isn't tomorrow too early?“ “My dear friend, if you want to nail this interview then you have to work as swiftly as possible. I'm sorry that it's an impromptu movement but that's the only way you can make Leslie regret handing this task over to you.“ "Well, fuck my life!" ~~~ Since it was Christmas Eve, Amanda decided to get a Cake from Walmart to celebrate with her roommates. She would be travelling the next day which was Christmas and decided to celebrate it with her roommates before leaving. She would have done it with Cassie but her friend decided to place the enjoyment of a dick before her. Not like she could blame her, Christmas was meant to be celebrated with those whom you love a

Maya: "Tomorrow." Derek: "Tomorrow I'm kissing you. Rules or no rules." Maya: "I'm counting on it." I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep was impossible. Because tomorrow was Christmas. And tomorrow, apparently, Derek was done following all the rules. I couldn't wait.

New York is beautiful at Christmas, especially when it snows, but being in this place, well, it just feels magical. The moment we are in there, Riley plucks Nina up and places her on his shoulders, causing her to squeal with laughter, resulting in my cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. Only soon my smile turns into laughter that causes tears to fall down my cheeks as Josh starts running off like an excited child while shouting "Let the fun begin!" while Riley starts chasing him with a squealing Nina still on his shoulders.

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

Looking at the other two stocking's I couldn't help but smile because they were the same as Jared's but except had my mom's name and my names on the other two. The Christmas tree sat in the corner between the fireplace and the window. It was a stunning sight. The tree stood at 10 feet. It was flocked and had pinecones in it. Looking at the ornaments I noticed new ones and the ones my mother and I have collected over the years. My mom and I always loved having a red tree so the majority of the ornaments were red and the tree topper was not your average topper. It wasn't a star or an angel, it was a top hat. It was beautiful. It was red and had a pine cone attached along with holly. There were

“Ms Scarlet, I want to know of any scheduling constraints for Q1, “ The chairman of Eastbridge asked. Alton answered without pause. “Scarlet will be unavailable the week of December twenty-third through the first,” he said smoothly. “After that, her schedule is flexible.” Her head snapped up. That was her Christmas leave. He was yet to approve it. Heck, she thought he hadn't even read it yet. Later, as the meeting wound down and the investors filtered out, she gathered the papers slowly, buying herself time to think. Alton remained seated, reviewing notes on his tablet. “You can cancel the lunch with procurement on Monday,” he said without looking up. “You’ll need that time to finalize the y

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

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?

He looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.