The Christmas Waltz Novels & Stories

I and Scott holds on to the switch and after everyone counted from one to three, we pressed it and the tree lighted up. Last Christmas by Taylor Swift is played through the house as everyone screams Merry Christmas. I pull Scott's had to dance with me when I see others dancing. "No fucking way I'm dancing!" He pouts. "You already got me to wear a red shirt and no way I'm doing two hideous things in a day" "Come on, Scott" I pinch his sides. "Nolan and I used to dance to this song" I say and his eyes suddenly widen, his head perking up.

Eva’s P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Flashback – Five Years Earlier The Coleman Corp Christmas party at the Ritz, the chandeliers dripping with crystal icicles and the champagne flowing like melting snow. Michael's hand resting a fraction too low on Alexandra's back, the gold band on his ring finger catching the light as Maria watched from across the room, her third martini halfway to her lips.

a man in a blindingly green elf getup informed me, jiggling the silver-wrapped horror in my face. I blinked at him. "She sings?" He nodded, much too enthusiastically. "Tchaikovsky's 'Waltz of the Flowers' in four variations." I blinked again. "You're frightening, you know that?" He just grinned like it was a compliment. I gave in and bought the accursed thing. For whom? No idea. Maybe it could be a decent present for . She seemed the type who would find an outrageously melodramatic decoration to her liking. The mall was replaying Mariah Carey for the tenth time in an hour, and each turn I took resulted in more glitter, fake snow, and wailing children. I was trudging along with four bags, rem

Before Alex could get mad, Waltz opened the door. “I will be leaving now. I’ll come tomorrow after gathering the ingredients.” Alex breathed a sigh of relief after Waltz’s departure. He seemed relaxed, but also a little rueful. “That... witch!” After getting teased by Waltz multiple times, Alex was at his limit. He quickly ran into the bathroom and took a cold shower. Waltz was actually a few years older than Alex. Being a carefree mature belle, a fighter and coupled with the fact that she was a powerful chieftain in the underworld, it was no surprise to see her to be a little more touchy-feely with others.

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

(Zachary) THIS Christmas will remain stuck in my head for years not only because it was the first Christmas the city had celebrated, but because it was the first time that Santa Claus actually got to receive a Christmas gift. Swan was that generous. She removed the ribbon on my head and tied it around my hands. “You are my gift. That means I can have you however I want, right?” she whispered on my ear before running her tongue over my earlobe. “No matter what I say and do, you can’t complain.”

“She’ll know. Honey, what is the name of the song this is playing? You know I can’t remember the names like you can.” Even though it physically hurt her stomach to have to listen and identify the tune, Melody plastered a smile on her face for the sake of the customers and approached. They were trying to choose between a Nineteenth Century piece with a spinning ballerina and a slightly newer music box with a dancing butterfly. “This one plays Vivaldi’s Spring,” she said, pointing at the butterfly, “and the other one is Cannon in D by Pachelbel.” “Oh, isn’t that a Christmas song?” the woman asked, brushing long blonde hair over her shoulder.

Doesn't feel like it now. He shrugged. "Well, tonight's yours. So what are you going to do with it? I looked up at him, "Easy? I intend to have the most fun to-night. “ The rest of was mumbled and I stood up to dance as the alcohol gave me courage. He smiled widely, watching me. The music beat and I began to move my hips in time with the music. He stood and did not say anything at first. I moved nearer, and my hands were running down the sides of my body, touching the material of my dress.

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."