Scrambled Christmas Novels & Stories

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.

I take the rollers out of my hair, pinning up the sides with bright green combs. Then I juggle three boxes and leave my room, heading down to the common room where the Christmas party waits. Much to my surprise, the magic I worked the night we brought Jacques back, didn't just affect those with me, but everyone and now they could all see and hear my three ghosts.

"Listen you, I don't care what tricks you two have up your sleeves, it's not gonna work this year. It comes to mind that Elena is a Xmas freak, so I don't see her getting on a ship and going anywhere for the holidays. That means the lot of you are after something else; so you throw me a red herring to catch me out there with what it is that you really want." "Since you want to be a damn sneak, we're doing Xmas my way. It's too late for me to keep you from fuI mean mucking up Thanksgiving, because that's just around the corner, but this year everything will be done the way I want it for Xmas and who don't like that shit can stay the fu-hell in their own house." I glared at the pothead who was

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.

“If we’re going to finish before Christmas Eve, we must get a move on now, shouldn’t we?” I bit back a smile. “She’s ready to take over Harvest Bloom already.” The next few hours were a blur of boxes, lights, and questionable music choices. Donna insisted on Christmas songs. I insisted on pretending I hated them. Ostara insisted on rearranging every ornament Donna put up. Donna insisted on rearranging it back. At one point, I caught Ostara standing by the window, looking out at the street, her expression soft and faraway. “Everything okay?” I asked, coming up behind her, sliding an arm around her waist.