The Christmas Waltz Novels & Stories

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

Roth has heard a lot of jokes like this from him over the years, enough to be entertained instead of being insulted. Do you want me to remind you of how finding a mate works, V? Or should I just give you a mental recording with the right amount of sarcasm? "Well, bah humbug to you too, Roth. I just can't believe this is the 32nd Christmas that we won't be having anyone celebrating the holidays. I was hoping you've already made up your mind by now." When I find her scent, you will be the first to know. Meanwhile, it's bah humbug to you too, Vince. So, are you going to continue working as you usually do, or go home and rest, which I know you dislike at this time of year?

“Thank you.” Zayne took me to another beautiful sight. Walking with him side by side felt dreamy. He got me new clothes, mostly jackets, boots, and I picked up this short black gown. I have a thing for black. It is safe to say I was having the best time of my life. Who would have thought my Christmas would be spent far away from family? The ride home was not awkward this time. He played music, good Christmas songs that I jammed to, and we were finally back home.

The woman he chose had to be someone who would sacrifice and give. I had been that girl. When we first had dinner together, I insisted on paying. When he mentioned in passing that he needed new sneakers, I worked a month of part-time shifts in the freezing cold to buy him a limited-edition pair for his birthday. He accepted them without a second thought, never once considering what it had cost me. We married, had Ryder, and I gave more and more, until my sacrifices became invisible. Once money began to flow, Michael wanted more. He wanted to prove himself and to prove he could provide others happiness with his wealth and power.

The way she laughed when I pretended to stumble. Her white dresses. Her warmth. Her certainty. I closed my eyes. “Alex.” The voice was soft. I opened them. She stood at the balcony threshold. White gown. Hair loose over her shoulders. One hand holding the fabric at her chest, just as she used to. My breath left me in a broken whisper. “Elsa.” She stepped closer, her expression gentle, almost amused. “Why are you drinking?” “I didn’t mean to,” I murmured, rising unsteadily. “I just… miss you.”

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

I unclasped my necklace and fastened it around her throat. "Jewelry belongs on a beauty. When you have Christmas Eve dinner with Leon's grandmother, at least you'll look the part." Chloe looked flattered. Leon frowned. Irritation flashed across his face. "Wynne Wronski, who said you could give something I bought you to an outsider?" "How is she an outsider? Would you take an outsider to Christmas Eve dinner with your grandmother?" Leon went quiet. His gaze turned dark, unreadable. The wine-soaked fabric clung cold against my skin.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Rowan gave me a detailed briefing on the company’s operations. With his help, I quickly got up to speed and threw myself into the work. One day, while we were in a meeting, a commotion erupted downstairs. I looked down from the upper floor and saw Ronan arranging a massive heart made of red roses. Holding a megaphone, he shouted up at me, "Calista, give me another chance. Can we start over?"