Sothis Christmas Novels & Stories

Neither of us expected she'd be the one to save me. I closed the book. "I love you," I said to the empty room. "We know," I imagined them replying. "I mean it." "We know." --- Tia Sofia came for Christmas. She was seventy-one now, slowing down, her body reminding her that she wasn't young anymore. But her eyes were still sharp, her laugh still loud. "You've done well here," she said, looking around the house. "I've tried." "You've continued." "That's the same thing."

JUNIPER. “Christmas is only a few days away now. When are you going shopping for gifts?” Adelaide asks, blinking at me, while Rivera watches both of us with curious eyes. “Maybe tomorrow, it's almost the weekend and the perfect time to shop.” I respond, my eyes occasionally darting to the stairs.

“We should decorate with red and gold, and maybe throw in a bit of green? But red would look wonderful!” I stood there, frozen, unable to fully process what Sarah was saying. The festive chatter around me seemed to fade into a distant hum as realization hit me like a punch to the solar plexus. They were planning a Christmas day engagement party for Arthur and Savannah. My heart sank, and I could feel a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach. Sarah continued, her voice cheerful and bright, completely oblivious to the turmoil within me. "We thought it would be perfect! And even though we know Sophia and Arthur married on Christmas Eve, which is why he now cannot stand Christmas, we now wa

She dared corrected and I scoffed. “It seems no one has told you how things work around here,” she shifted on her feet as I stared daggers at her from across the room. “Your pitch was great except for one little thing, Leah,” I gritted out, leaning against the table. “We don't dabble in that Christmas nonsense and there will be no celebrations just as there haven't been for the last five years!,” a couple of my employees jumped in their seats at the increase of my voice. “Is that clear?,” I seethed, my tone dangerously low and as quickly as the words left my mouth there were collect nods.

"Maya! Oh my god, finally. I've been trying to reach you all morning." Her voice had that high-pitched quality it got when she was excited or panicking. With Sophie, it was usually both. "Sorry, meetings. What's up?" "Okay, so don't say no right away. Just hear me out completely before you make any decisions." I stopped typing. That was never a good sign. "Sophie..." "I want you to come home with me for Christmas. Like, actually home. To Colorado. To the estate." My stomach dropped. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

Always on repeat. Maybe she really wasn't his standard. He wouldn't take it out in the open. He doesn't walk with her on his side. He doesn't have sex with her anymore. He just ditched her on Christmas eve. Speaking of which Shola checked the time. Midnight. "Merry Christmas Omasola!" She whispered to herself as she scraped the necklace off her neck, leaving a cut from a sharp diamond, then she left.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming’ I had shouted for the hundredth time, I ran from the kitchen after turning off the cooker with the spaghetti on it. ‘Who is it’ I asked once at the door ‘ it’s the Grinch, who else would it be knocking on your door, open up, its freaking cold out here’ shaking my head I open the door to see none other than my crazy best friend with a suitcase in her hand. ‘Look swho we have here, if it isn’t the Grinch, oh and she came with luggage too’ I said with a huge smile on my face, ‘I thought you were only staying for one night, what’s with the suitcase. Please don’t tell me you’ve moved out’ I said with a pointed look towards her direction as she dragged her things ins

he said into her hair near her ear. She turned to smile at him, “Merry Christmas, Brady Rogers,” she said back. Then, she leaned up on her tiptoes and found his lips, and the rest of the world--the tree, the crowd, the twinkling lights--faded away.

She stood to match me. "Well...ah...he sort of died a few generations back...about a 120 of them," I looked somewhat evasive. "You know how bad the Postal Service can get around Christmas. The news was a little late getting to me." "Fine," Sophia studied me. "The 'Christmas Scam' takes care of the last 100 generations. What about the first twenty?"

Gil realized he was going too far and quickly pulled away. They both laughed and panted. " I beg to reconsider my words." He said jokingly. " You promised so you'll keep it that way." Sofia pointed at him. " It's the cross I have to bear." " So, are you still going out for dinner?" He asked as she began to unlock the door. " Actually, I wasn't planning to." She smiled teasingly. He followed her in and asked, " Christmas Eve is next weekend. Are you still up for Christmas on the yacht."