Novel & Cerita Sonadow Christmas

Too much that I was grateful for the distraction of the past few days. To distract myself for the night, I picked up my glass of whiskey and almost emptied it. When I lifted my gaze to Amber’s, I found her watching me. The candlelight cast a beautiful golden glow on her skin. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I raised my glass. “Merry Christmas.” She finally smiled and raised her glass of red wine. “Merry Christmas.” My gaze went to her lips. I took a sip and watched the muscles in her throat move as she swallowed. She caught my eyes and sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

I can see how broken he is inside, never having to be with the woman he loves and his baby taken away from him. I wish I could help him—find her. Just then we hear heavy beats of drums. “What's that sound?” Jaxon suddenly asks. He's been petting Snowie and just listening to me and Noah. “Oh, there's a carnival happening down the street. They do it every weekend since the holidays started.” Noah explains. Carnival? I love Carnivals! “Can we go?” I ask, eyes wide with hope. He chuckles and coughs. “Sure. I'm too old for all of that so I'll just stay here and watch cave divers.” He tells me and Jaxon.

The faint sound of holiday jazz played from the small speaker on the mantle, filling the space with cozy familiarity. Leo was seated on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, a glass of wine in his hand. He looked more relaxed than usual, his black sweater emphasizing the lean strength of his frame. His sharp features softened in the candlelight as he gazed at Susan, who was nestled in the armchair across from him, cradling a mug of hot cocoa topped with melting marshmallows. “I must say if someone told me that I'd be spending Christmas alone with you this year, I'd have called them crazy, but here we are,”

rose from all sides, warm and collective. It was then that, through the crowd beginning to disperse, I saw him. Marco was approaching. His tall, solid silhouette cut through the dying glow of the fireworks in the sky. He stopped in front of me, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The noise around us seemed muffled. "Merry Christmas, Alice," he said, his voice deeper than the sound of the fireworks, loaded with something that made my knees weak. "Merry Christmas, Marco," I replied, my voice a whisper.

The spirit of Christmas and new year seem to have entered the people as they watched and swayed to the sound of her voice. Solano pushed past the doors of the men's lair, straightens his perfectly fit Armani suit. Usually at this time, everyone was meeting up with their entourage for the countdown. But he noticed people seemed to be focused on something else. Then he heard it: singing. A beautiful voice that sounded like solo from the cherubim choir, then there was a male voice pitch matching the angel's. He followed the song, somehow mesmerized by it. He met up with one of his friends, Ethan Belkovi, who seemed to have been as mesmerized by the music too. "Wow, they really upgraded the ente

“Of course I’ve come across it. I’ve watched it three times!” “Do you know where I can find it?” “I’m telling you,” Sonny Boy said while bringing the onyx tray up to his chin. “It’s not nearly as good as the boys getting sliced live in Central Asia. They cook the little shits!” “What’s it called?” Sonny Boy lifted his head and let out an uproarious laugh. “It’s called Don’t Tickle Me!” Sonny Boy celebrated the hilarity of that with a second line. Dink went into a trance watching a ball of shooting stars travel around half the monitors in the room and then disappear into a white vapor that evaporated into nothingness.

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

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.

Her eye’s stung with the threat of tears. A waitress in a skimpy Santa dress dropped a bottle of Disaronno off at the table. Amber willed the burn away. Now wasn’t the time to break down. Giovanni paid for the bottle and tipped her generously. The bleached blonde was undressing him with her eyes. “I get off at one,” she said with a wink. “No one should be alone on Christmas right,” said Giovanni. The waitress laughed, “It’s the most horny time of the year.” “I’ll drink to that signora.”

It was Christmas Eve and Selena was going to spend tonight and the next few days at the Hudson estate. Her new sofa, lamps, tables, and chairs for her room had been delivered last week. She had kept the canopy bed because she loved it. Joanna had left her a holiday card and a poinsettia in her room. They had decided to keep their friendship secret. Selena didn’t want to compromise Joanna’s job and Joanna didn’t want the other employees eyeing her like she was a handpicked favorite.