The Christmas Waltz Novels & Stories

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

Nahh, she didn't know Ziora, if she did then she would also know me. I was expecting her to apologize but no she didn't, she surprised me again, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” I couldn't understand her and she was fucking weird, “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information.” She shook her head aggressively as if trying to tell me I was thinking wrong of her, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.”

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

Ivana snapped back almost instantly, "I've got no time for this. I'm helping Charles look for Bubbles. If Bubbles is truly lost, Charles will be heartbroken." In the next moment, she added, "Besides, Christmas is tomorrow. You're in such a hurry for me to come over because you're jealous, aren't you?" I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down soundlessly. After ten years of marriage, I finally understood that to Ivana, Noelle and I weren't even worth as much as Charles' dog. I took a deep breath and said icily, "Ivana, it was supposed to be your turn to stay with Noelle tonight. If you hadn't left, Noelle might not have…"

and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago. Inside was what could only be described as a cozy little cottage. There was a roaring fireplace, the mantel topped with large green garland adorned with pine cones and shiny Christmas bulbs in red and gold. The sides of the fireplace were flanked with penguin sentinels carved into the rich oak. Two over-stuffed chairs sat nearby, and a full Christmas tree, decorated with various ornaments of all shapes and sizes, mostly in red and gold, filled the back corner near a window covered with thick red drapes. “Please have a seat,” Santa Claus said, offering her the seat

The Winter Fairy *** Elena reaches back to the castle. She sees Elevina watering the garden but doesn't say anything. She carefully passes her and enters her room locking the door behind her. She brings out the letters and a marble and tries to absorb their energy sources. With a bit of magic she merges them together forming a golden pixie dust which she poured in a tiny bottle strapping it round her neck. She hurries back to Vinix cottage but sees Elevina in her path.

After a brief silence, he ordered, “Bring me every report I missed while I was gone. And make a detailed brief about Ingrid’s personal funds and charity foundation.” “So you really are going to go ahead with this?” At Hans’ question, Kail answered coldly. “An eye for an eye. You know me. I will never change.” He smiled sweetly as he walked away. *** Dreamy music played under a dim light. It was a song from the movie, “Girl with a Pearl Earring”. As the sad music became louder and the orchestra reached the climax, the white curtain slowly opened and revealed the stage. The audience exclaimed excitedly, “Wow!”

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.