Under The Mistletoe Cast Novels & Stories

For a moment, she felt lighter than she had in days. When she looked up again, she saw me sitting under the lamp, sewing a deep blue backpack. The thread moved clumsily through the cloth in Andrew's hands. Just then, someone knocked on the door. Jennifer turned her head. In the blink of an eye, both Cyrus and Andrew were gone. "Cyrus! Andy!" Her voice echoed through the room, but the house remained silent. No one answered. The knocking grew louder. Then Phillip's voice came from outside the door. "Jenny! Jenny, are you in there?"

I carried a red flushed face to the car, my cheeks hurting from smiling too much. ***** The ballroom at the Marquette was already full when we arrived. String quartet playing in the corner. Champagne flowing. Everyone dressed in their absolute best because this wasn't just a celebration for me, it was an opportunity to be seen at the right event with the right people. Morrison spotted us immediately and made his way over with his practiced smile firmly in place. "Dr. Cole. Mr. Cole. So glad you could make it." "Wouldn't miss it," Damian said smoothly, his hand settling at the small of my back.

Because Mitch hair is short but I don't know what she thought and she put on bangs. “That's your hairstyle at your wedding, then instead of flowers, you go for a color violet bag. Let’s also put a map inside the pocket. ” We laughed together because of what Zari said. "Is that a suggestion or you’re teasing her?" I innocently asked. “both." I sat on the Sofa and they followed, Romance is the Genre they chose to watch. I just silently watched as Zari and Mitch chatted. "Do you have a final date for your wedding?" Zari asked

And in the very center… There was a romantic dinner setup that looked like something pulled out of a dream. A round glass table was draped in soft, white fabric, with candles of different sizes flickering around it, and crystal glasses reflecting the warm light like captured fire. Snowflakes drifted gently past the open skylight above it, making the entire scene feel completely enchanted. But what made my breath catch was the small green bundle hanging above the table. A mistletoe. And right on cue, of course, *“Mistletoe”* by Justin Bieber began playing softly.

What if Meabh was just taking her out here for some joke, or prank that the others had thought would be funny. Meabh stopped then, causing Riona to run into her. The older woman let out a grunt of surprise even as Riona felt her face pressed to the woman's shoulder. For a moment she clung there, seeking the warmth of her, before realizing what that must have seemed like and took a step back. Meabh clutched at Riona's arms though, keeping her close. The mist of their breathe swirling together as it rose in the chill air. "It's a surprise. Besides, as the druids said and our coven follows, the mistletoe is used to mark where no violence or harm shall be committed," Meabh said, lifting a hand t

I nearly bumped into her. She was looking up. I followed her gaze and spotted it too: a small bunch of mistletoe, tied with a red ribbon, hanging from the top of the doorway. I had completely forgotten I'd pinned it there two days ago. She didn't move. Just looked at it for a few seconds, then looked at me. Her eyes didn't carry any particular emotion—no teasing, no pressure. Just a quiet, steady look. "Old holiday tradition," she said. "People standing under this have to kiss."

I look around once more and smile. My Christmas wonderland has turned out really cool. The mistletoe is hanging above the door, and Mia walks down the stairs at the same time Richard walks the door and stumbles inside. I frown, watching him. He is drunk. His eyes widen when he sees me, and a loud laughter comes out of his mouth. He looks between Mia and me, and the snow machine starts working, and he gasps. The laughter stops, and that’s when he notices everything we do. He takes a couple of steps inside. His hand above his mouth and his eyes wide. “What have you done?” He asks as he looks around, and when his eyes meet mine, I don’t recognize the man behind them. He is cold and distant. I f

Brad encouraged. Moxley quickly tore the paper off and opened the box. He pulled out is gift. He scrunched up his nose at the green leaves and red berries. “What is this?” “Mistletoe,” Sarah answered shyly. George looked on with curiosity as he held his gift, which he hadn’t opened yet. “Do you eat it?” Moxley asked. “No, silly, you hold it over your head,” Sarah said. Moxley raised the mistletoe above him. “Now, what?”

Kent wrapped his arms around her from behind. "They're gross. There's a whole party going on, let's get drunk!" Aleecia announced. "She's right." Tristian grinned. "I'm gonna get us some drinks." He kissed my nose before he and Kent took off. "Oooh mistletoe!" Aleecia announced before kissing me on the mouth. Hm, I didn't hate this. "You sent us away so we wouldn't see you make out?" Kent demanded. "It was a mistletoe." I shrugged.

But before I even say anything, Angelo notices it and said, "Stupid, you should've told me earlier your feet was aching." Kristina tried to hide the blisters and lied, "It's fine, it doesn't hurt at all." Angelo get down on one knee and said to Kristina, "Hop on, I'll find you some flat shoes." She blushes, "I'm fine really-" Angelo looks at her with eyes that announces he won't give up until she says yes so Kristina awkwardly hop on Angelo's back as he carries her on his back. This really sucks, why do I have to be stuck here seeing this heartbreaking view?