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Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

**Can be read as a standalone*** Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ Do not read this if you're yet to finish the first book in series, A Baby for the Beast. You'll only get spoilers... 🩸 ... Blurb: ""I sailed a dangerous ship in disguise of a man. To know the truth behind my parent's disappearance, I swore to enter the mysterious palace at all cost. I didn't research. I didn't know what I was getting into.

The city skyline twinkled with leftover holiday lights, snow dusting the railing like powdered sugar, but the real view was Astrella, curled up beside me in nothing but my oversized flannel shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease those perfect tits, legs bare and crossed, her laptop balanced on her thighs. She'd insisted on this 'morning read-aloud' after pounding out that filthy story last night, her eyes gleaming with that wicked writer’s spark. "Dax, baby," she'd purred, handing me the printed pages, still warm from the printer, edges crisp. "Now, read my latest. Out loud. Every dirty word. It's inspired by us... kinda." I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A

“So, I was going to tell you that I quit my job, but I haven’t found the time to do that yet,” Sandra told Becca as they walked down the aisle at the supermarket, putting stuff in their respective trolleys. Alex was strapped to her chest with a baby carrier, and he was sleeping peacefully with his small mouth open, despite the chaos and noise that was in the supermarket. Christmas was near, and so the place was packed full, as everyone was in a rush to buy things in preparation for the festive period.

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Elena painted Asher as she saw him—not the Alpha everyone feared, but the man who held her when she sobbed, who pressed kisses to her belly and whispered stories to their unborn pup. She painted the cabin glowing with warmth, wolves curled near the fireplace, stars blazing above them. At the center stood Asher—barefoot, smiling, hand outstretched toward her. And beside them, a little pup with green eyes. It was everything they were building. Everything they had survived. Everything they would become. --- By the time the sun rose, Christmas had arrived. Elena stood before the fireplace, bleary-eyed but content, the wrapped gift tucked carefully beneath the tree. She'd used cream paper and a f

Noah won’t let the stay and I’m sure that after the stunt they pulled, this will probably be the last time I see them again. As they’re about to leave, Nova gasps. “Wait!” She runs to the living room and comes back with a small gift bag. “We almost forgot the baby gift!” Nova hands me a pink teddy bear, with love hearts on its paws. Nolan hands me a blue on. “Just in case it’s a boy,” he says shyly. I take the teddy bears from their hands, my heart squeezing so tightly it hurts. Tears sting my eyes before I can stop them. Because damn it! Nolan and Nova are so cute and so sweet and I already love them so much.

Amelia gasped as she stared at the watch. She couldn't believe that the owner of the wristwatch, Clyde Adric, was the father of her unborn child.

Christmas... The warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the crackling of the flames blending with the soft hum of Christmas carols playing in the background. The Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner, its branches covered in twinkling lights and delicate ornaments that shimmered in the soft glow. Outside, snow fell gently, blanketing the world in a peaceful white. Inside, the laughter of family could be heard through the house, filling every corner with love and joy. Around the large dining table, everyone was gathered. Nana, looking radiant and content, cradled one of her twin boys in her arms while the other rested peacefully in a bassinet nearby. She'd given birth two weeks ago and

Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast. “To family, to love, and to new beginnings. Merry Christmas!” We all clink glasses, and I take a sip, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. As everyone continues to chat and enjoy the evening, I quietly slip away to put Hayley to bed. Her room is cozy and peaceful, a little sanctuary from the excitement. I tuck her in, brushing a kiss on her forehead. She stirs slightly, opening her eyes. “Is it Christmas, Mommy?” she asks, her voice sleepy.