Steve Arthur Christmas Mga Nobela at Kwento

' 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.

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

I tried again, and was about to stumble when the stranger caught my arm and I sucked in a breath. “Let me help you. Come with me to my room.” He said. I was about to decline, when I paused. I came back to the bar to clear my head and forget about what had happened tonight. And what other better way was there to enjoy oneself on a Christmas Eve more than frolicking with a hot white-haired man in a leather outfit? I nodded and placed my hand in his outstretched one. I jolted at the almost electrical pulse that moved through me. I was certain he felt it too, ‘cause his eyes narrowed for a moment before it went back to normal.

Caroline appreciated and looked at the other side of the card. A big fat man was in Santa dress, ‘Papa’ was written on his stomach on which Artemis smiled. He used to become Santa for Artin all these years, and he used to believe that it was real Santa until he caught him red-handed last year. Artin was standing in the middle holding his hand, and then Caroline in the corner, who was also looking like a big fat lady with a big stomach. “Sweetheart, but I never became Santa for you.” Caroline giggled, pinching his cheek. “Do you think I look like this? Hmm.”

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

' I said to Myself. "You are the pumpkin in the entire universe," Arthur said, before placing me on the long bench beside the road. I could tell that he was already exhausted from carrying me on his back. Although Mister Handsome is currently behaving like someone who doesn't feel that I do have weight, he still lets go of his pride as he drops me to sit down by the side of the road. "Hold on okay. Your Christmas present is coming right up." Mister Handsome stated while smiling at the same time.

"Mom. Dad. Why did you take so long?” Arthur waited at the bottom of the stairs with both hands full of new toys from everyone who loved him. Some of Nickson's colleagues also sent gifts to Arthur and Blakely. Arthur's toy cupboard will be full this year. Almost all adults always give toys for children Arthur's age as a Christmas present. “Your Mommy's back hurts, boy. Your siblings are celebrating Christmas in your Mommy's tummy." "Is that true? Are they kicking?”

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.