Under The Mistletoe Cast Novels & Stories

“We’ll get the job done, but whatever happens between us will contribute to our ‘convincing cover,’ so don’t knock it.” Lila thanks me with a silent stare, and I nod, happy to defend her in whatever way I can. “Your role on this mission has become more complicated. I have something you need to see.” Thorne reaches for the envelope on his desk. He toys with it between his long fingers, as if considering, then holds it out to me. “A man wearing shades and a dark hoodie paid Misty to give this to you just after Lila’s public submission. When she couldn’t find you because you were… busy, she found Zane, who found me. She said this dude gave her the creeps. By the time I got it, too many people h

She should’ve known from the playful gleam in his eyes that tonight wasn’t going to go the way she planned. 23 Drunken Confessions “Hey, you wanna dance?” Sebastian shook his head at the offer and let the woman walk away. For now, he was perfectly content to sit at the bar and watch his friends, whose antics were entirely too entertaining. Marcus was off to the left of the dance floor with a harem of girls cooing over his boyish grin and dimples. Jacob had been abducted by a group of frat boys to play some drinking game Sebastian didn’t recognize but looked surprisingly complicated. And last but not least, Jude was making his way toward the exit, hand in hand with a guy who Sebastian had no

“No. It doesn’t feel empty. It feels like ours. Like we built something… real.” I twisted her to face me, one warm hand on the small of her back, the other lifting the mug of cocoa from her hand and putting it down on the counter. A small sprig of mistletoe hung from the doorframe just above us. “You put that up,” I murmured. “I’m innocent.” I kissed her anyway. Slow, complete, promise-laced. “This is just the first,” I murmured against her lips. “Of a thousand messy, perfect, ours holidays.” And this time, she didn’t argue.

“We have to cut the cake. The guests are waiting.” “Wait,” Bren cuts in, waving the sheet over our heads. “You have to kiss under the missletoe first.” Wyn nods. I take one step and her arms tighten around my neck. “Daddy, wait. One kiss for Mummy.” “Under the missletoe,” Bren finishes for her. “Mistletoe,” El says. Bren frowns. “That’s what I said.” “That’s what my sister said,” Wyn adds.

From The Nora’s Logophile Board Flumadidle: (n.) Utter Nonsense *** 'Keeping the pure radiance of the moon as the witness, the heir of the Rakh Clan, and the firstborn female of the Paristo family are to be bound by marriage.' That was what stated in the letter Rosalind got a while ago. As she dragged her tired body into her house she thought, ‘What the hell?!’

"Fine, she finally relented, realizing she was being a bit too tense. And you're right, I need a drink." The night went on as the "couple" continued to mingle, both getting increasingly inebriated. Finally, after an hour or so of the party going smoothly, they ran back into Bob in the living room. "Hey!" he said as he walked up to them. "Look where you're standing! Under the mistletoe! You two know what that means! Let us see the hostess and her boyfriend share a kiss!" He said pretty loudly as a few other people around us started to notice.

Eugene proposed and after his joke, the mood became more relaxed. They heard the small orchestra’s music change from the usual processional songs to Passenger’s ‘Miss Saraevjo’. The singer began to sing as the large doors slowly creaked open to reveal Ren in her marvelous, vintage dress side by side with Madeline and Eugene. Walking elegantly before them was Andrea after she made sure that the bride’s dress and train were all laid properly.

Samuel drew in a sharp breath, and his gaze toward me suddenly carried a hint of unease. I pretended not to notice anything. "Your mysterious boyfriend's last name starts with G, too? Griffin? Graham? I haven't met your boyfriend yet. When will you bring him around to meet us?" "Don't bother guessing. My boyfriend is a powerful man of mystery. You could rack your brains and never figure it out." If I hadn't overheard Samuel's phone call, I really wouldn't have guessed who her boyfriend was. "When the time comes, I'll wear the wedding dress you design and have my wedding with my boyfriend at the estate. You must come."

Marian turned away from the sight. Dad...she mused to herself, and right at that moment, a gong went off. It was five minutes to midnight; the main event was starting – the mistletoe ball drop. Everyone on the floor pulled out black eye covers and tied their eyes. The tradition was simple, when the music stopped, you stood wherever you were, and the mistletoes dropped from the ceiling. Whoever was under one was to kiss whoever was closest to them. You couldn’t run, and you couldn’t refuse the kiss.

“You still think I’m pretty?” “I still think you’re perfect and gorgeous. And what makes me so happy is that you’re all mine.” He lowered his head, brushing his lips across hers. He kisses her thoroughly as if taking his time. But he pulls back, another agenda in mind. He took her hand and press the mistletoe on her palm. “I don’t need a mistletoe,” she said, still dazed from the kiss he ended far too soon. He pecks on the tip of her nose. “Look closer.”