Steve Arthur Christmas Novels & Stories

It could be that Arthus just has that effect on people, being able to piss them off with even the slightest gestures of even a single phrase or word— like the gentle wind with the calm surface of the ocean— it was like he has that innate skill to detonate the bombs inside others so easily, just like how he hacks through computers, and uses every information he can get into his advantage. Whatever it is, we may need to wait a little longer to figure it out. Arthur won’t be back by the second week of September due to his suspension— and even though the Student Council may need him as their treasurer, they were sure to survive for the first week. Besides, they already settled the budget yesterd

he simply said, his voice flat. He sighed, getting on his feet. “Merry Christmas everyone. We'll leave you all to it,” he said to others. He dragged his eyes to Neil, smiled, took out his phone and only tapped on the screen once. “Merry Christmas, Cousin,” he finally said, then led me out of the bar. “I'm sorry about Neil. He acts too impulsively,” Arthur said, and I smiled, nodding. “I understand,” I said. Arthur checked his phone. “It's just ten o'clock. We could do something else,” he said, and I obliged.

She didn’t hear me though. Suddenly, we heard a booming voice behind us. “Did I just hear you guys talking about me and my tears?” We all turned around and saw Arthur approaching, champagne flute in hand, cheeks flushed with happiness. “I was starting to think you were all hiding from me.” “Impossible,” Lucas said. “This is your night.” Arthur grinned. “Damn right it is.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Thank you for coming. All of you. It means a lot.”

“Merry Christmas world!” Arianna said stretching out and got out of the bed. She quickly grabbed her phone and played a Christmas song, humming to it. “Christmas is here again. This is definitely going to be the best Christmas ever.” “Quiet down with the noise.” “Why should I? I’m happy.” “Cause it’s Christmas. Merry Christmas Gavin.” “ Christmas? Really?” Gavin said sitting. “Ari are you dumb or just acting to be? It’s just 1st December not 25th you dimwit.

Arther tried so much hard enough to get both of his eyes back to the normal color. Arther didn't even want his wolf soul - Arlo to take control all over him before the full moon arrived tonight. And sadly, it still took for a few more hours in the middle of the night. Arther had never in the whole life to let Arlo take control over of him so strongly as he is about right now. And sadly, his wolf soul Arlo didn't even say anything about that uncontrollable change in him about right now. Or more accurately, the two of them right now. What's more, Arther couldn't even can to ask his mother or father, both of whom were right now is out of the Pack, on vacation. Arther wouldn't even have asked Iz

Arik said weakly. Gods, what had I missed in two years? For one thing, Hawthorne was dead. That really sank in. Ian had killed him. He was fucking dead, and even if I hadn’t gotten to do it myself, an Armitage had. That was nearly as good. Apparently there was something about Christmas I’d missed. I’d missed two Christmases, with all the little wolf pups running around and yipping for pie. Matt said, “Arik, can you let the zombies go for a sec—”

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

I was excited to finally see Ark, until I bumped into someone. But it wasn’t Zayne this time. A grumpy-looking woman glared at me like I had dirt on my face. She strangely sniffed the air. “Why can’t I sense who you are? Tell me, are you from this pack?” “No, ma. I’m Emily’s best friend. I’m here for the Christmas holiday.” That came out too fast. Damn. I meant to blend in. Would she know I’m human since they don’t celebrate Christmas? The woman stepped closer with a mean expression. I felt my blood drain.

The smile was faint, but it was there, and then, as if nothing happened, everything went completely quiet. Arturo shifted back to human in a second before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. My heart raced against my ribcage and I couldn’t help the blush that formed on my cheeks as I felt his naked body against mine. “You’re naked and there are kids in the pack who have fled their houses.” I said, and he chuckled before kissing the crown of my head. He pulled away to look me dead in the eye and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips before realizing that we had one more loose end.

The adult age in my previous life was 21. The next day, the Elder Healer was so busy tending to Athea. But she still refrained from letting me help directly. I can only help her brew the herbs needed for the treatment. A few days later, Athea miraculously survives despite the huge loss of blood with the help of the Elder Healer. As soon as she can regain her strength a week later, a tribunal trial is held against a male youngling who claims to be her lover named Arvad.