Steve Arthur Christmas Novels & Stories

Arthur added. "I haven't been wrong so far," Charlotte reminded. "Give this to me, Arthur. Please." A hiss left Arthur's lips. He said, "Shane Westly is a go. Jim Ash -" Arthur groaned. He shook his head and said, "Fine, there could be potential, but Billy White?" "He sells homemade cookies, and his sales pitch is marvelous," Charlotte suggested. "Charlotte, you better be right about this," Arthur said. "Gamble on this with me, and I promise you, you won't regret it," Charlotte swore.

They were our miracles and nothing would be able to overcome that moment. The routine at home was very hectic on the first day. Ricardo and Andrew took turns taking care of the babies, helped by the nannies and my mother―in―law. Alice and I were exhausted but fulfilled. On Christmas Eve, my father―in―law gave a speech. We were all around the table. Andrew held Renatinha in his lap and Ricardo held Benjamin. My eyes overflowed with emotion when I heard the words of Dr. Carlos Marcondes.

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

I replied, my voice a whisper. He opened his arms, a simple gesture, an invitation for a Christmas hug. I hesitated for less than a second before moving into his space. His arms wrapped around me, firm and secure. His scent—wood, cold night air, something inherently Marco—enveloped me. My face pressed against his chest, and I felt his heart beating strong and steady against my temple. It was a hug that lasted only seconds, but I felt it in every cell of my body. When we pulled apart, the cold air felt cutting on my skin where his warmth had been.

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

It's just his champion trophy standing high enough to blind them all, and he's about to make it shinier. "Hey K! My favorite out of all my favorites! How long has it been? I see you left the authorities some shock when they found out that you're alive, how's avoiding the polices? Any tripping or almost getting caught?" Mr. Christmas let out his usual annoying Santa Claus laugh while rubbing the bottom of his paunch. "Highly enjoyable, Christmas, you should try doing it sometimes." He sarcastically replied to the bald man that even made him laugh more. "You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

There was this event set aside for couples only. People would show up with their love, play games, eat, and have fun. It's a lively thing that happens every Christmas evening. To others, it was just a show, but for me, it was more than that…it was the day I wanted Jax to fall on his knees and beg me to come back. Although he had, that wasn't enough because I still see him with Eleanor. I want Eleanor out of his life. I rushed towards the door without thinking I clicked the door open. A lady stepped in without notifying me.

He looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.

When she arrived at the door, she didn't bother to look to see who it was before opening it. "All of you..." When she realized it wasn't her family at the door, she took a breath. Sebastian was the culprit. He was dressed in a black denim jacket, a white tee, and blue denim pants. He was dressed in a pair of boots that were not the same as the ones he wore the day before. It also appeared to be quite costly. “Sebastian. "What are you doing here at this hour so early in the morning?" “Merry Christmas, pretty one.” Stephanie's face brightened as he lifted the present he had gotten for her.