Sothis Christmas Novels & Stories

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Christmas is a period of love, of happiness, of good cheer, it is a period when the whole world celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, it is a period where everything looks festive, where the clothes are different, where Santa comes out for the first time in a year, where gifts are exchanged, but most of all it is a time for family. Rhea was happy, that year was extremely special, it was something she could not really explain, it was the first Christmas her Theo and Jason would spend together.

Sofia playing around the room , fascinated by the new environment. Dante caught her before she reached the Christmas tree Marcus had put up that morning. Small. Simple. White lights only. For Grace to look at when she was awake. "She has your hair," Sienna said. Looking at Grace in my arms. "The dark. She'll have waves probably." "Hopefully not the chaos." "The chaos is character." The evening moved in layers. Food on the counter nobody sat down to eat properly. Coffee going cold. Conversations starting and interrupted and resumed. Sofia falling asleep on Dante's chest. Robert washing dishes in the kitchen quietly when nobody asked him to.

She's also the same girl that I met when I first came here. I stealthily walked to them, wanting to gossip about their conversation. "Dad told me that he's going to bring us to Russia this coming December to celebrate Christmas. I can't wait for that day! I'm excited to tour around Red Square in Moscow!" I overheard Sophie excitedly telling him their future vacation plans. I stopped on my track to listen to them more. "What about you? What's your plan for Christmas?" I saw how Greyson scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Before he could respond, a soft buzz came from his phone—a new message: “Merry Christmas, Volkov. This is only the beginning.” Sebastian froze. Nyra’s smirk returned, but it didn’t hide the worry in her eyes. “Looks like Christmas isn’t over yet.” Noelle stirred, mumbling in her sleep: “Superheroes… save… Snowtopia…” Sebastian glanced at her, then at Nyra, then back at the phone. “…We’ll see about that,” he muttered. The fire crackled, snow fell quietly outside, but Sebastian Volkov knew one thing: this Christmas, chaos wasn’t just coming—it had already arrived.

I said flatly. "Can I be next to you until you do?" He closed the gap between us. I shut my eyes. I was undecided. "I'll take your silence as a yes." He smiled, stroking my shoulders. "I want to kiss you." He breathed. "You can't..." "For now..." He corrected just as Nathan's excited voice shot through the air. Sofia had arrived. "Merry Christmas, Aunt Layla." She drew me into an embrace when I came out of the kitchen. "Merry Christmas, Sofia." I brushed away snowdrops from her hat.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

SOPHIA'S POV The living room was awash in the soft glow of Christmas lights. They twinkled gently on the tree, reflecting off the glass ornaments that Alex and Alexia had insisted on hanging themselves. The scent of pine and freshly baked cookies filled the air, mingling with the faint melody of a Christmas carol playing softly in the background.

"I think this might be the best one yet." "It definitely is," Oscar agreed, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Though I'm a little concerned about how we're going to top this next year." "Let's worry about that later," Theo suggested, his voice soft with contentment. "Much later. For now, let's just enjoy this moment." And so we did, five hearts beating in unison, celebrating the two new hearts that had joined our pack against all odds—our Christmas miracle, twice over.