Un Bebe Para Navidad Novela Novels & Stories

Becca leaned towards him and whispered in his ear after standing on her toes to reach his height as much as possible, “Whatever I am going to tell you, please keep this a secret.” “Okay,” he mumbled, his breath hitching. How can I breathe when my heart is dead? he thought to himself, wanting to stay away from Becca. “I am a writer. I love writing novels, especially paranormal and fantasy ones. My first novel is a Lycan-romance which I finished writing recently.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of her novel. “I was looking for a new novel idea, and you just gave me one.” “Which is…?” he inquired.

“This is the best Christmas ever. I got just what I wanted. A puppy. A fairy house. And my own daddy.” He looked into Sparkle’s eyes and she felt his love, his pleasure at the moment, and she knew that none of them would ever be lonely again. “Merry Christmas, my darling Kaleb.” “Merry Christmas, my sweet love.” And in the lights of the tree, Kaleb sealed their new life with a kiss that had Hayzel applauding and sent the new puppy barking. Everything, Sparkle thought, was now perfect. -THE END-

The villa was a picture-perfect scene of Christmas cheer. Twinkling lights adorned the exterior, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted garden, while a large Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, its ornaments glinting in the soft light. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of friends and family. Alina held her one-month-old daughter close, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms as guests arrived. She smiled, watching as Linton and Gabriel practically hovered around her, peering down at the baby with wide-eyed wonder.

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.

"Tonight, you're mine. Tomorrow we'll figure out tomorrow." She nodded, not trusting her voice. He carried her back to the bed, and this time, when he pulled her against him, she let herself sink into the warmth his skin, the sheets, the soft glow of the dying fire. He pulled the duvet over them both, and she felt his arm wrap around her waist, his lips pressed to the back of her neck. The fire popped. The snow fell. Somewhere in the city, church bells began to ring, ushering in Christmas morning.

She sat quietly in her study while moonlight streamed through the windows. A blank sheet of parchment rested before her. Kieran entered without making a sound. "What are you doing?" Nova looked up thoughtfully. "I think..." She smiled. "I'd like to write one too." He understood immediately. "A letter for our baby." She nodded. "For when they're older." Kieran kissed her forehead before quietly leaving her alone. Some moments belonged to the heart. Nova dipped her pen into the ink. She began writing slowly. "To our precious child," "You haven't opened your eyes yet."

Bernice The scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air as I carefully hung another ornament on our Christmas tree. Outside, fat snowflakes drifted lazily past the window, blanketing the world in a soft white silence. I stepped back, admiring the twinkling lights and glittering decorations that adorned the tree. "What do you think, little one?" I murmured, resting a hand on my now-prominent baby bump. "Is Mommy doing a good job with her first Christmas tree?"

I smiled shyly at my not so secret desire anymore. THE END Thank you for reading to the end. I would be very happy to see a 1-2 sentences review with your opinion on the story. Stay safe! P.S.: If you are hungry for more stories like this - please, check my new book /not edited yet/ with the scent of cinnamon and warm Christmas mood: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000002078/null/You-want-to-be-mine Or this new steamy story /not edited yet/ about a shameless girl and her many dates:

The entire space was decorated with holiday decorations because Christmas was just one week away. Savannah and Felicia then strolled through the mall. Savannah inquired whether she wanted to enter the baby store they were passing. Felicia gave a headshake. There was no use in searching. Since she wouldn't be able to spend time with her child, she wouldn't be the one buying for the infant. Savannah could see the sadness in her eyes despite her best efforts to hide it. After ten months of pregnancy, the child would ultimately belong to someone else.

I have two others here on goodnovel that are completed if you want to check those out too. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays