Stories About New Years Novels & Stories

"It's because of the Legend of The Kiss of Eternal Love." When I pursed my lips, her lush mouth widened. "You don't know about that either?" Of course, I knew about that. I just didn't want her to leave yet. And this was the perfect opportunity to keep her talking. I shook my head. "Nope." Shaking her head in disbelief, she explained, "The Legend of the Kiss Of Eternal Love states that when two strangers meet on New Year's Eve and kiss at exactly 12:00 on New Year, they'll love each other forever."

Surviving, even when it was ugly and painful, still felt better than having nothing at all. New Year's in Pittstown was always an event, especially in Annabelle's house. It wasn’t a time for celebration, but a time for chaos. A glance at the cracked wall clock in her room read December 31, 11:58 p.m. But it wasn’t the fireworks or the resolutions that mattered. It was how the night finished. Her mother liked to throw a parties, packing the small, stifling trailer with her father’s drinking buddies. Then Annabelle would stay in her room. By the time they left, the real noise began.

Kisa had just come out of the surgical ward when it snowed. Standing behind her, Jensen suddenly said, "It is almost New Year's Eve, right?" Kisa was stunned. It reminded her of that year, the most unforgettable New Year's Eve she had ever spent. Since then, she had never intended to observe this festive. Despite that, this New Year's Eve may seem a bit special after Jensen mentioned it. She looked out at the snowflakes and smiled back at him. "Let's spend this New Year's Eve together, okay?"

Snorting, I swat his arm, “not a very nice thing to say about your mate.” “Relax, Brooklyn. I can feel her and right now, she's…happy.” His face brightens and he smiles in relief, “thank goodness, I was worried that she'll be missing Riley a lot on this day and spend her night crying.” The tragic death of Riley still sends needles in my heart. “Crying?” “Hm,” he nods, “she told me stories about her and Riley's adventures on new year eve. She said she has no one she could do it with this year and she doesn't know if you're up for it.”

They were reluctant to accept them at first, but the couple insisted, saying it was for good luck. But later, after they had left, Hayden and Keira discovered that the guests had secretly left red envelopes under the couch cushions—gifts for their baby. When Keira left the Johnston family, she thought she would never experience a truly festive New Year again. But this… this was livelier than any she had ever known. Perhaps life was always full of surprises. When you lost something, you gained something else in return. As the clock struck midnight, Keira gazed at the dazzling fireworks and whispered her New Year’s blessings to those who were no longer with her.

Whether Natasha Yael was a rabbit or a wild wolf, she had to enter my mouth. In the meantime, I reveled in the happiness and warmth of the pack's festivities, allowing the laughter of the children and the sense of unity to momentarily ease the complexities that lay beneath the surface. The pack, with its shared experiences and traditions, served as a source of strength and comfort during these uncertain times. As the snow continued to fall, blanketing the landscape in serene white, I found solace in the simple joys of the New Year celebration. The air was filled with the promise of new beginnings, and the laughter of the children echoed the hope for a brighter future.

I should have had more trust in him, but an uneasy feeling lingered within me. Stepping out onto the balcony, I caught sight of the box of sparklers and fireworks in the corner. I had purchased them specifically to celebrate the New Year with Jake. Suddenly, the sky burst into light. The entire riverfront erupted with an array of fireworks. I couldn't help but wonder which wealthy bachelor was attempting to impress his date by illuminating the entire city. For a brief moment, I was captivated, completely unaware of the emergency alert blaring from my phone. By the time I felt the ground tremble beneath me, a massive crack had already formed at my feet.

I told her as I looked into the mirror and found nothing wrong with it, but Risa shook her head vigorously. “Honey that dress screams safe! I mean, look at it! High neckline, knee length and full sleeves!” Risa whined. “It’s New Year’s Eve for God’s sake! There’s no point in being safe and all saintly! Bring out the little black dress, pair it with those killer fuck me heels and we’ll be good to go!”

Elena explained, "so I was thinking we could have a date soon. You know, have a New Years' celebration of our own?" It's true Elena wanted to have a nice date on New Years' eve with her husband. That was perhaps the biggest romantic tradition New York City was known for—couples kissing in the street at exactly midnight to bring good luck to their relationships. When she thought about how that wouldn't be possible this year, she still ached to celebrate the event together. But now she had another motive. "I don't know," Max said. "It would be nice, but I'm pretty busy."

They were all nice, but I didn’t need them anymore. Fireworks lit up the night sky, filling the air with warmth and celebration. I glanced at the calendar and realized it was almost time for the new year. With the fireworks, a new year and a new life began for Enid Winter.