Tenth Of December Book Novels & Stories

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

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PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER ONE It had been a while since the moment Judith had lost everything, it had been a while since Rebecca felt she couldn’t be married to any better man, it had been a while since Daniel started to get focused on little things of his son Rud.

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almos

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The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

Kael inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering half-closed in pure male satisfaction. “Bed, little wolf. Before I break every ethical line I set today.” I fled to the guest room like a coward, but sleep wouldn’t come. Hours later, I padded barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen for water. Light spilled from the living room. Kael was there, shirtless, pacing with a tablet in hand. Scars crisscrossed his back and shoulders—old battles, power earned in blood. Moonlight silvered the strong lines of his body. My mouth went dry.

The first true winter storm arrived with a roar, hurling rain against the windows and turning the Tidewater Trail into a wind-lashed no-man's land. Inside, the world felt small, safe, and deeply ours. A fire crackled in the hearth, Hank's painting glowed in its light, and Eleanor's paperweight sat solidly on the desk, holding down the first batch of congratulatory cards for my book.

Courtney pursed her lips in displeasure. She rolled her eyes at me before walking directly toward me. "My name is Courtney Zeller. You're Ms. Sutherland, right?" She smiled sweetly at me, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "How strange. Why would Ches be with an old hag like you? They all say that I look like you, but I don't think so. There's no way I'm as old and ugly as you. You should wise up and divorce Ches as soon as possible."

Author Tina Nwuba: "Another chapter out, and Merry Christmas 🎄 everyone! I wish you guys a great day ahead, and a happy celebration. I love you all <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>" 25th December, 2025.