The Christmas Waltz Novels & Stories

“Who is she? She is stunning!” “Maybe that’s his goddess given mate, but what about his chosen mate?” “She’s probably one of his side sluts.” Alpha Mars broke the red rose stem and secured the rose into her hair like a new accessory. She followed him to the center of the dance floor just as a slow waltz began. One hand lovingly slid to the center of her back while his other hand positioned their hands to the side. The live orchestra began to play an instrumental version of “You are the reason,” which was an unusual choice for this type of setting. It was too romantic, too intimate. The fairy lights in the surrounding potted tree branches glowed around them as they slowly swayed to the music

This had happened before. Panic surged through me. I raised my hand and slapped myself, the sharp sting confirming I was awake. “What’s today’s date?” I demanded. Charlotte blinked, taken aback. “December 25th, dear. Christmas Day.” I blinked, my pulse racing. My eyes drifted toward the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Behind the twinkling lights and ornaments, someone stood. Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently.

The grand ballroom of the Evergreen Manor glittered under crystal chandeliers, strings of fairy lights weaving through evergreen garlands. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as guests in tuxedos and gowns celebrated the Christmas gala. I sat at the grand piano, fingers dancing over ivory keys, pouring my silence into melodies that spoke for me. Sara Wilson, the mute pianist, that's what they called me. Born without a voice, I let music be my words, my rebellion against a world that demanded sound.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Someone slides in next to me for a glass, muttering something I don’t listen to because I’m watching a rookie player try to impress a veteran’s wife with a magic trick that goes wrong. I burst out laughing. Across the room near the towering Christmas tree, a woman in a red sequined dress catches my eye. She’s pointing at…me? I glance behind me. Wall. Okay, so she’s pointing at me. She waves. I’ve never seen her in my life but the champagne has made me generous and the holiday spirit is contagious. I smile and wave back, giving a little toast with my glass. Her face lights up. She grabs the arm of the man next to her and points to me again. Then she points above my head.

That angered Jay even more! Rose returned to her corner. Her heart thumped violently, and it did not settle down even after a long time. It turned out that she could still do the waltz with Jay in this lifetime. The waltz was a dance that required the dancer to turn rhythmically round and round from beginning till the end, repeatedly. Was her fate with Jay the same as the waltz, going round and round? In another dark corner, the envy in Nancy's eyes was like a deep sea, quenching flames.

This is a Christmas special chapter. It doesn't go in line with the original book. Just like a stand-alone extra chapter. I hope you all enjoy though. “Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” ~Norman Vincent Peal . "I know you would rather be on your own, but are you ever going to let us change that?" Ada asked, as she steps into Cainan's room and finds him in the bed, covered up with the duvet.