Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

I started to withdraw as soon as I started thinking about it all. It seemed too good to be true. The territory of vampires offered shelter, food, and protection and celebrated Christmas so intensely that many people could feel intimidated by their scale. "What a Christmas tree. Look, Gemma, this star is probably a million meters tall." Trevor admired the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the driveway, decorated with giant blue and silver bows, and a massive gold star was on the top. "I love this place already," Gemma commented happily as she unbuckled herself from the car seat and clung to the window.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

But for him personally, Eric didn't care as long as they cleared the roads and his power remained. He grimaced at the thought of Carina calling him a Scrooge (Ebenezer Scrooge is the main character in Charles Dickens' novel A Christmas Carol, he's a cold, swindler and greedy man who hates Christmas and hates Christmas. and everything that makes other people happy). She drove him crazy with her love of festivals, redecorating the house, insisting on a real tree, even baking Christmas cakes, which seemed to look better than they tasted. their real. When he told her the truth, she threw cookies at him. At least the hound had cleared the crumbs.

"Or you might find you get more than you bargained for!" Sasha looked up at him thoughtfully as she leaned back against the bank of cushions, thinking how disgustingly healthy and vibrant and sexy he looked in a charcoal sweater and dark cords. But he looked distinctly grumpy, too—and just when she had thought that things between them were ticking along so beautifully. It was the month of December, and In one corner of the room over by the window stood the Christmas tree which Kaleb had dressed the day before—although she had masterminded all decorations from her almost permanent position on the sofa!

My heart raced, anticipation building within me. “Well then,” I said, meeting Callum’s eyes with a challenging smirk. “Were you going to unwrap your present or not?” His answering grin was wolfish, promising delights to come. “Oh, little one,” he growled. “We were going to take our time savoring every moment.” As Callum’s lips crashed against mine once more, I couldn’t help but think that this might be my favorite Christmas tradition yet. Suddenly, I felt Theo’s presence behind me, his fingers working at the tinsel knot. Relief flooded through me, thinking he was freeing me from my festive bonds. But as the tinsel fell away, Oscar and Noah each grasped one of my hands.

"Jesus, honey, I don't know, I haven't exactly had an exciting sex life you know. Maybe twice, with your mother, when we were young." "Good . . . I am going to make you cum three times tonight." "But honey I am not so young anymore and Mr. Garrett he might . . ." "Mr. Garrett won't be back for hours and as for you not being young anymore. Tonight is special. It's Christmas Eve when all sorts of magical things can happen, especially when one is in an enchanted forest like we are . . . . And making you cum three times will be one of them. Oh, and I am going to do it a different way each time too . . . just in case you were wondering."

_HOME_. “First Christmas, 7,” Adrian said. To her. Picking her up. “You ready for chaos.” February kicked. Agreement. _Thump._ *7:44 AM. [SFX: PAPER. THEN SCREAMING. THEN LOVE.]* Living room. Not court. Not 3:01 PM. Tree. Huge. Real. Susan dragged it in December 1st. “Because fake trees are for before.” Presents. Mountain. From us. From Susan. From Margaret. From Levinson. From Cho. From Dr. Ellis. From Lily. From everyone who’s 7 now.

“It’s Christmas. You have to put up a tree.” I never got invested in the holidays. My family got together for Christmas dinner and exchanged a few gifts, but we didn’t make a big fuss about it. Christmas eve was the best night to pick up tail. Any woman in a bar on Christmas eve was depressed, and she fucked like being good in bed would fix all her problems. “Why?” She threw her arms down. “Because it’s Christmas. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I always have a tree up at my place even though there are very few presents under it. It’s the spirit of the season.”

I stretched to kiss Dean's cheek and I walked out of the door. * * * * By the time everyone in the house was up, we all gathered around the Christmas tree, wished one another a Happy Christmas and opened up gifts. It actually felt good to know that Dean's family took out of their time to get gifts for me. I also found it really sweet and loving of them that they gave Christmas presents to all the workers in their home too. Turns out, the Ryan's always spend their Christmas going to different orphanages every year and giving out gifts and presents to the children. I loved how much good was in them, felt nice to know that there were still genuinely good wealthy people out there.

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?