Novel & Cerita Tenth Of December Book

The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event. So, penny for tour thoughts on a passion sequel? Will Jake return to look through the secrets of the book? Let me know in the comments. As always, thanks for your support and have a great Halloween!

(I just discovered that these two do not have a ship name, geez! So, as I was saying, BTV is practically ending and I have a new book ready for you guys, some of you may have already been aware. It's titled Underneath The Mistletoe and it's a Christmas special novella actually, but because I was unable to have it published in time for the Yuletide and New Year celebrations and I have no wish to toss it aside, I have decided to publish it either way because as it is, I have started to grow attached to our lead characters. Right now, the book will be drafted on Goodnovel, but unfortunately, until it's signed, you guys won't be able to read it so, I'll try my very best to get it signed ASAP.

The chilly December air enveloped Anna as she stood on the balcony, gazing up at the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky. It was 22nd December, just a few days away from Christmas day. Memories of past Christmases flooded her mind, and her heart ached with the absence of her beloved parents. This would be her first Christmas without them, and the void left behind was deeply felt.

"Next December. All thirteen." I sat in the center hall in the autumn afternoon. The old stones and the new ones. The join between what had been there before and what had been added. Honest about the gap. Honest about the continuation. Two years and two autumns. And next December. All thirteen halls answering. The circuit complete. The full combined reading possible. The conversation with Kweku beginning. The path knowing. Still going. One more step. One more territory. One more carrier at the gate.

Messy, sleepy, endless love. END OF CHAPTER 107

The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand. Unlike before... it no longer felt cold. It felt alive. Then another sentence formed. "Choose before the Twelfth Door opens." The ground split apart. Far beneath the White Tree... a staircase appeared. Not made of stone. Not made of light. It was built from unwritten pages. Every step carried invisible words waiting to exist. The Stranger stared into the abyss. "I have seen ten Doors." "The First Reader has seen eleven." "But no one..." "...has ever crossed the Twelfth."

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

he grumbled. Aria grinned wide enough to illuminate the entire penthouse, and Julian's heart twisted in agony. When had it become so easy to disappoint her? Maybe it was time—just once—to flex. Not on Lena's account. Of course not. Just for Aria. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. --- On the night of the holiday reading event, Julian stood in front of *Chapter & Soul*, feeling like a fool. The windows of the bookstore glowed warm against the winter evening. Dozens of children were sprawled on colored rugs within, cradling cups of cocoa. The parents spoke in hushed tones, and the smell of cinnamon and sugar and nostalgia permeated the air.

JACKSON POV “You better leave before it gets worse.” Mrs. Chen nudged at me, forcing me to drop the stacks of books I held in my hands. “What are you saying Mrs. Chen?” I looked back at her, hurt and confused, as she practically pushed me toward the door. “I promised to help out around the bookstore while you rest with your family. It’s Christmas eve after all.” “Don’t be silly,” she scolded, nodding toward the windows. Thick, heavy flakes were already pouring from the sky, coating the nearly empty streets.

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster.