Sothis Christmas Novels & Stories

They sat across from each other, crying, and the kitchen held them both. "Christmas," Isis said eventually, from inside whatever hug they had ended up in. She did not remember crossing the space between them. She did not remember standing up or moving around the table or folding herself into her mother's arms. She just knew that she was there, and her mother's arms were around her, and her mother's shoulder was wet with both of their tears. "Maybe," Isis said again, her voice muffled against Nora's sweater. "Maybe Christmas." Nora's arms tightened around her. "Maybe is enough," she said, and her voice was thick and raw and absolutely certain. "Maybe is more than I ever thought I would get."

I told him that I would be back soon and asked him to be careful. Aloisa's POV Alpha Sioux smiled and put his finger under my chin and raised my face up to look into my eyes. He said, "You are cute." I pouted and said, "Hey, don't flirt with me." Alpha Sioux asked, "So should I approach and flirt with Sara?" I growled at him and he laughed loudly. In the evening when we were at the back of the mansion we sat on the bench. It was a garden beside the training ground. Nobody was around as it was dark. Everyone was busy celebrating I asked Alpha Sioux, "Why do you celebrate Christmas with them?"

I had a big surprise for her this Christmas, but it would have to wait until tomorrow morning for her to see it. "What? where are we going?" She asked making me smile and wink at her as I turned back to see her. "We're just taking a seat right here. oh, and, there are a few people that wanted to say hi to you this morning." I said putting up my volume and placing the phone in front of both of us. I place my arm around her and kiss her temple, pulling her close to me. "Hello, hello, happy Christmas eve my darlings!" Troy and Dylan say together as they come into view wearing matching Christmas sweaters. A big smile forms on Sophie's face as she wipes away a stray tear.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

He stopped. "What?" she said. "It looks like being happy, Val," he said simply. "That's what Papa meant. He just said it in the way he said everything which was the most complicated version of a simple thing." She held the phone. Looked at the sea. "He was always like that," she said. "Always," Dante agreed. She smiled. "Two weeks until Christmas," she said. "Sofia is very excited," he said. "She has been asking questions about you that I don't know how to answer."

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Before I can say a word, Nina has Josh up on his feet and prancing around the couches and pretty soon the whole room is filled with laughter including the cutest giggle of all that comes from my little girl. This time last year, Noah and I were both pretty tipsy and, after leaving my mom's house, we headed to the club for the night. I know what you're thinking, why would you go clubbing on Christmas night? Why is a club even open on Christmas night? The answer is pretty simple. First off, why wouldn't we go? We were two single men with no attachments whatsoever and aside from spending Christmas day with my Mom and Granddad, we had no other commitments, so if the clubs open then why not go?

Even when work consumes everything. I love you." "I love you too. So much." They planned the trip together—a cabin in Vermont. Mountains. Snow. No cell service. No distractions. Just them. Christmas, December 25, 2026 Sophie was with her family on Christmas morning. Marcus and Zara announced the pregnancy publicly—Zara is now showing at four months, due in April. The family erupted in excitement. Leon actually teared up. Aria immediately started planning nursery designs. Sophie felt joy for her brother. And something else. Envy, maybe.

She helped me to learn how to combat dark spells and how to protect my pack from hexes using moon flowers blessed under the full moon. “Attics has a few ideas he will be sharing when him and Heidi come for Christmas next week.” I explain, turning to look out the window. A light snow fall has begun and I smile, thinking about my first Christmas in Toronto. It was a mild snow fall back then, the city becoming quiet and cozy while Blake, Alice, Albot and I walked the streets to see the lights at the Christmas market. Maybe we should decorate the pack house this year being the first official Christmas in Astraea.

On top of it, she’s wearing a white fur coat with a matching hat. “Mommy, he real-” she begins, but just then the doorbell rings, interrupting her. “Dad!” Sia turns her eyes, lighting up with excitement. She runs to the door and so does Xander and I smile at Zion, who remains in his spot, despite the excitement in his eyes. “I’ll go get your bags.” He takes hold of my arm and tilts his head. “It’s Christmas. You should say hi at least, Mom.”