Scrambled Christmas Novels & Stories

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

Ariana Months had passed since that tense Christmas dinner. Autumn was already creeping in… I’d buried myself in work and the wedding preparations. Of course, it was all a distraction from thinking about Kai. The crescent moon scar on my wrist had faded slightly into a faint silver mark, making it barely noticeable until the light caught it just right. Most days I’d try to gaslight myself into thinking that the blizzard, the estate, and the dashing man with silver eyes had all been a fever dream.

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."

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.