Under The Mistletoe Cast Novels & Stories

It was trimmed with a circle of freshly fallen fake snow, and hundreds of mistletoe branches hung from sparkling golden strings. This was it. This was the year I’d step onto the dance floor and find a match. I’d dance and chat with the men in the dance circle for approximately thirty minutes before having to make a final decision. If my choice also chose me, we’d share a kiss at midnight under that mistletoe and remove our masks.

The activity continued until Michael finally reached his climax. "You're so beautiful; I love you so much," Michael said to the woman, before kissing her lips. Enough! Diana couldn't take it anymore! While wiping away her tears roughly, Diana slowly walked out of the room. But unfortunately, it didn't go smoothly because Diana accidentally hit the bedside table and knocked the vase off of it. The sound of breaking things filled the room and immediately caught the attention of the two people on the bed. Michael, who looked surprised to see Diana, immediately rushed out of bed and walked toward her.

Darvin chuckled as his hand on my back slightly pushed me forward, urging me to come closer to them. "That's the point, Darvin. Only one chance to get a sister-in-law, and it’s a big blessing if you get lucky and you get the best one around." A female with long, wavy hair and sapphire blue eyes rounded the counter and walked toward us, stopping in front of me as she extended her hand. "Absaline Clair Galhart, Luna of the Black Shadow Pack." I smiled widely at her as I took her hand and shook it. "Celeste Palmer…"

I sighed, shaking my head. “You can ignore her, Delilah. I plan to.” I assured Delilah. “We… we are under the mistletoe.” Delilah stammered softly, turning redder. “You don’t have to kiss me. I mean, how weird would that be? I’m like a little sister to you.” Her words were coming out in a rush as she backpedaled. ‘It’s the holidays, and you are under the mistletoe. Her family won’t kill you…. This time.’ Lucius shrugged his approval.

Are they so happy to see me doomed? I sighed and took another look at the decorations as i working in. The church was extravagantly decorated and the alter was decorated with mistletoes and also starlights. Roses and orchids were hanging at the Alter. And the Mistletoe was was made to stand at the centre, so as to have me and Molly stand beneath it for the event. Different flowers were used in decorating the place and there was a huge Christmas tree in the centre of the church and everything look nice.

Cole Misty shivers in my arms as I stare at Lavender. “What did you just say?” “The Umbra Mortis just arrived,” she says slowly, her eyes wide with panic. “He’s coming here–to the castle. Any minute now.” My life flashes before my eyes. He can’t see Misty like this. He can’t find out Misty just broke the curse in Lacey, either.

"The professors have gotten rid of most of it but there are still a few around causing havoc." Ah, it explained why Nadia was using her familiar as a canary in a mine. Aubrey bit back a smile. "I heard about them." Callie questioned, "What do they do exactly?" "You get caught under the mistletoe and you’re stuck until somebody gives you a kiss," the other girl replied, grimacing. "Or it appears between two people randomly." "Can’t you just spell the mistletoe away?" "Fire spells seem to work but there is also the risk of burning the school down so you either have to wait for a professor to show up and help you or just kiss someone and get it over with."

’ ‘In no particular order, I assume,’ determined Wolf, put on his glasses and flipped through the gray book. Now and then he mumbled something, then flipped through or back. ‘The mistletoe,’ he said then. 'The what?' ‘The mistletoe from the sacred oak, from a six thousand-year-old oak, we need that.’ Raven looked at his brother in surprise for a moment. ‘Book nerd,’ he explained, ‘just give me a moment and I'll have a look in our mother's room.’ Raven looked briefly at Maddie, who was trapped in the twilight world.

‘Anyway, I found myself standing imder the mistletoe with Jill. ‘Oh, I like that idea.’ Marsh’s eyes lit up. ‘Don’t like it too much,’ Dustin growled. ‘That’s my mistletoe.’ ‘Yeah. But not your lady.’ Dustin didn’t like the smug look on Marsh’s face one bit. ‘No, and she ain’t looking, so don’t be thinking,’ he growled. ‘How do you know she’s not looking?’ He paused. For a man, this was a humiliating thing to have to admit, even to his best friend of many years. ‘She didn’t want me to kiss her while we were under the mistoe, as Joey called it.’

Amidst the revelry, the strains of joyous carols mingled with the soft laughter of children, weaving a tapestry of holiday magic that enveloped the city in a luminous embrace. As the night unfolded, a hush descended upon both Maria and Asmo, their thoughts converging on a shared moment of longing and unspoken yearning. Beneath the verdant boughs of mistletoe, their hearts intertwined across the vast expanse that separated them, drawn together by the ineffable pull of the holiday spirit. The soft glow of candlelight bathed their surroundings in a warm, golden hue, casting a tender glow upon the whispered wishes that unfurled into the night.