Under The Mistletoe Cast Novels & Stories

How they would pull this off was a complete mystery, but if Cry Baby was confident enough about it… Well, she was willing to give it a shot if it meant seeing Zak miserable. “Fine,” Taliana sighed in defeat a moment later. “I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.” A grin spread across his face as he tilted his drink toward her in a mock toast. “Just what I wanted to hear.” Taliana jabbed a finger into his chest. “Don’t make me regret this.” “Trust me, Stick Girl.” He grinned, eyes glinting. “You won’t.” 14 Let the Games Begin The current time was seven-fifty AM, and in exactly ten minutes the final warning bell at Georgetown Trinity was going to ring. Sebastian usually had no problem with that,

“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.

A baritone voice draws all the attention of the people present in the room. Rosalind: “...” ‘This shameless man!’ The two Chatter-boxes were finally mumped, when Rey was about to express his views in this idea, Rosalind gave him a sharp glare and mouthed, “behave.” A small figure appeared behind Wilson who was none other than Nora.

"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.

"Lily, don't believe a word that man says. He loved me before, and see how he's treating me now? He's heartless and ruthless. That tells you all you need to know about his character. "Oh, and by the way, remember on your wedding night when he said he had an urgent business matter? That was a lie. He was with me. "And your birthday last year. Remember that sapphire necklace he gave you? It was actually mine. I didn't want it anymore, so Samuel passed it on to you. And this ring on my finger? This is the Glendale family heirloom ring. Oh, and—" "Shut up!" Samuel lunged at Harper, his hands clamping around her throat. Her face turned red as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Six and a half weeks later . . . It was Christmas time in the Big Apple. Garland, lights, Christmas trees, wreaths, and snow decorated the city streets, businesses, and homes. Love also filled the air. Every time Caitlin turned around Derek and Chelsea was kissing under every piece of mistletoe they could find. Cameron and Catherine were always being discovered whispering sweet nothings to each other in private corners at Christmas parties. And Alexander and Caitlin were two star-crossed lovers who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of them being together.

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.

Adom raised an eyebrow both at his compliments and in silent question, not really getting Ash explanation about the mistletoe. "It is an omega Christmas law," Ash explained dramatically, "that whenever you meet someone under the mistletoe, you have to kiss them. Adom looked at him amused and smirked, not really buying it. "Really? So should I kiss whoever enters our home?" "Of course the kiss varies, depending on the person you're facing." Ash added hastily pouting. "You will only kiss me properly." "But what if I want to kiss someone else too?" He teased. "Seth for instance."

Still swaying, but in the most erotic way he’d ever seen because her heels were five inches high, the yuletide Penthouse pet sashayed elegantly forward. I’m hallucinating! thought Niall, deprived of what little strength he had as his dream woman advanced upon him. He was paralysed; pinned. And as Misty reached his chair and stood before him in all her sensual magnificence, he recognised the exact same mask, gloves and wrap that she wore in the Christmas spread. All in that same rich vinous shade he’d ... he’d seen somewhere else this evening. Somewhere. He didn’t know where. ‘Misty,’ he whispered, still locked in his seat.