Steve Arthur Christmas Novels & Stories

"Good because we don't want you to go either. So stay, please?" "Fineeee, you twisted my arm!" He pulls off a brilliant dramatic eye-roll making me laugh while Riley slaps his back clearly pleased that he's staying. I don't want something like this changing just because we are here and honestly, the thought of Josh being on his own tonight, waking up on his own on Christmas morning makes me kind of sad. No one should wake up alone on Christmas day. I've lived on the streets all my life and still, I've never woken up alone on that day.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Chapter 106 - A Call for All Things Dead “Are you sure you want to go out with girls on Halloween night? I thought we were going to have a peaceful night at home and hand out some candy to trick-or-treaters. You know what happened last time when we decided to dress up in a costume, right? Well, Harden appeared,” Arthur was saying as he crossed his arms over his chest, clearly worried.

She brushed the thought from her mind, determined to make the most of the day to prepare for Christmas. "I won't be alone," Ari replied. "You'll be with me. You and Sam." Arnold let out a deep breath. "I could get fired for this, you know." Ari chuckled. "I won't let that happen." "Yeah, that's what they all say," Arnold mumbled under his breath, but Ari pretended not to hear. "Where would you like to go?" "Just into the village to get a Christmas tree and some decorations." Then Ari thought of something. "Do you know if there are any Christmas decorations here in the castle. Perhaps in an attic or something?"

"For the sake of art." "See?" Arthur said to me. "She gets it." LJ shook his head, smiling. "My dad, the bestselling author. Next thing you know, you'll be doing a book tour. The Compost King on CNN." Arthur paled. "Good God, no. I'll do a virtual tour. From the boat. In my pajamas." After they left, the house settled into its evening quiet. I was loading the dishwasher when Arthur wandered in, holding a thin, official-looking envelope.

On Christmas Eve, with the temperature at thirteen below zero, a blizzard shut down the interstate in northern New Jersey. The motel at North Ridge Travel Plaza had only two heated rooms left. My hands and feet were numb with cold, but I still walked happily toward Daniel Walker, my husband of five years, a man known for his thoughtfulness. Instead, he walked right past me and handed the last two room keys to his first love Claire Miller, who had just ended her marriage, and her dog Buddy. A woman stranded beside us watched enviously. "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. He even got a separate room for the dog." Daniel didn't correct her or look back at me. He was too busy taking off his down j

Before he could drop the first beating on the maid, steve mummy comes in "What did you think you are doing? Steve mother asked Arthur And what's your own in this, Arthur mother replied Is this how you are treating your staff, in the office Steve mother asked "Why ask me? your son is the one managing them Arthur replied Arthur has been rude to Steve mother since he was young, his mother trained him up to hate her stepbrother with his mother Enough of this? stop questioning my son, he is the rightful heir to ORE'S VENTURES. I will make sure my son takes his rightful post. Arthur mother said

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

Can’t say I regret it, ‘cause the chaos would’ve swallowed me whole otherwise. Arthur’s this really tall, bulky college guy. Twenty-one with dark red hair like a ruddy stop sign, and green eyes that seem to glimmer even when he’s spillin’ sugar all over the counter. Dead cheerful though, proper sunshine, but slow in business. Still, he’s dragged in a gaggle of ladies who queue up just to gawp at him like he’s some weirdo fairytale prince, instead of a clumsy barista who can’t steam milk without creatin’ Mount Everest in foam.

he asked once he pulled away. “Oh, absolutely. These are the kinds of workouts I enjoy.” “We’ll continue this training at home, in private. But right now, we should go.” Arthur retrieved a large gift box adorned with an oversized bow from the back seat and stepped out of the car. Instead of heading through the main entrance, he led me along a narrow path through a magnificent garden overflowing with blooming spring flowers. There were far more guests at the celebration than I had expected—most of them women. The moment we stepped into the crowd, curious glances flew toward Arthur from every direction. One woman even choked on her drink when she caught sight of my werewolf.