The Plight Before Christmas Book Novels & Stories

she exclaimed. “We saw the gifts you sent us. The Ankara prints are so beautiful!” I returned her smile with a small one of my own, bowing slightly in greeting. “Thank you, ma, for accepting them,” I said politely. As I scanned the bustling square, my eyes landed on Anu, struggling with the huge 14 feet Christmas tree as the center of the square. Without hesitation, I made my way over to her. She was trying to steady the tree on its stand, her face knotted in a frustrated frown.

Not desperate. Just… there. Inside, the tree glowed warmly. Outside, the city waited. And for the first time since my life had collided with Dominic Blackwell’s— I wasn’t afraid of what came next. I was curious. Hopeful. And quietly, dangerously excited for Christmas. 🎄

Ryan The morning after Christmas felt warm, which was strange due to the freezing temperature outside, but I knew the fuzzy feeling of warmth that had enveloped me when I cracked my eyes open had nothing to do with the weather but had everything to do with the woman tucked into my side, her head lying on my chest and snoring softly.

I tried to hold it, but another sob escaped my lips Chad’s arms tightened around me as he kissed the top of my head “I didn’t want to make you cry” “They are happy tears, I promise. I love this so much, thank you” I looked around at all my friends and I felt like the luckiest girl alive. This book will help me to hold on to hope when I feel alone and lost. “Carry on with your Santa duty’s” I waved my hands at James so he would carry on. He gave me a weak smile but went back and started to hand out the presents again. While everyone was busy I went back to looking at the book and sneaking glances at Chad. I felt so happy in this moment, I wished it would never end. “Sorry babe I need to go do

Twelve The trauma of losing her loved ones in a single day had irrevocably changed her perception of Christmas Day. The once joyful season had become a truly somber reminder of the tragedy that had befallen her. The sight of snow, a symbol of peace and tranquility, now filled Florence with nothing but absolute horrifying dread, a haunting reminder of the loss that she had endured.

Hello lovely readers, this is the Christmas special chapter which means you get to read it for free. Please note that this chapter isn't affiliated with the original book, it's just a work I put together specifically for Christmas. I hope you enjoy it though. Xoxo Merry Christmas "Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand." ~Dr. Seuss

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

These two very different people meet at the most unforseen circumstances, it is Christmas and love is in the air, Will these two have their second chance or will circumstance tear them apart? Join Tanner and Katrina in their story of love, of second chances and of Christmas. Author's Note Here is the blurb, check out the next chapter for the chapter one of the six chaptered book.

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

“Operation Sparkle-and-Heal begins now!” They pull me to my feet, guiding me toward my room with an enthusiasm I can’t help but feel warmed by. For the first time since last night, I feel like maybe, just maybe Santa has better plans for me this Christmas and maybe, just maybe I’m going to be okay.