The Christmas Waltz Novels & Stories

"I see." "So the music will serve as a catalyst in a way. That way, Nathaniel and you will be connected to something that will help you be in sync," Edwin summarized. "Yes..." "We should have thought of that, indeed," her mother added. "But I'm terrible at dancing." "Me too, but I was thinking of something simpler." "The Blue Danube...!" Liz exclaimed. "The what?" the two lovers responded simultaneously. "It's a very well-known waltz in the human world and the most used in balls on Canya," Edwin explained.

"Christmas, I never heard of anyone use an alias as Christmas, Duke. What does this 'Christmas' do to make us take the benefit in this case?" Duke lifted his hand and claps it once. "This is what I'm talking about. So, this Mr. Christmas is one of Klyde McMarrow's client who buys smuggled women from everywhere and then he'll auction it to them. He's this kettle looking guy, you know what I mean? Bald, short and fat, he has this annoying laugh and he's in love eating this bread wherever he goes, he has it in his pocket and much it like a 2 year old kid." Duke began with gestures he uses and is not that really necessary.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

She slapped his hand away. "Yeah, the lady version of yours." Nova said for the first time. I think she is not the person to talk randomly. Tristan winked at her. "Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh....." We heard the chores of Christmas song. A big Santa was holding his Santa stick with Santa costume. He walked towards us. Anna flung at him and he laughed.

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”

And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him. “When we’re at home,” she added, “Hayzel and I put up the Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving... You have to have a little restraint, don’t you think? I mean this year, I actually saw Christmas wreaths for sale in September. That’s going a little far for me and I absolutely loooove Christmas.”

"Another year, another Christmas together at Snowfall Creek…" She gave her speech of thanks — to the guests, the staff, the memory of my father and grandfather. She spoke about new beginnings, hope, the simple magic of being together. People were moved. Some even cried. I looked at Alice and saw her eyes shining. When Rosa finished, the band started playing a more upbeat tune, a soft country waltz. People began to stand up, talk, dance in the open space near the stage. That's when Alice, under the table, pushed a small package wrapped in red paper toward me.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

This guy could morph from Dr Jeckyl to Mr Hyde in a heartbeat. An amused smile played on his lips and he placed his masculine hand at the small of her back while enveloping his other hand with hers. “It depends on how well you do as Mrs Winters.” Without warning, Jane was waltzed to the dance floor in Daniel Winters’ strong embrace. Her heart beat a little faster as they started swaying to the music and her eyes widened in shock as she clung desperately onto his arms. Sink her nails into his arms was more like it. Jane was petrified! She’d never waltzed before. The only dancing she ever did was to the Baby Shark song and that song alone took her one whole month to master. And she’d only lear

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.