Victorious Christmas Novels & Stories

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Merry Christmas, V, sighed Roth, trying so hard not to feel disappointed. Vince sighed along with his wolf and just stayed buried under his bed covers. There was no use in getting up if it was just gonna be another cold Christmas for him and his wolf. He tried not to think of what happened back there at his mate's house, but that was all that kept playing and replaying in his head. +++ "OH MY GOD! NO, STAY AWAY! SHIT PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEEEEAAASSE!"

“That you hold nothing over me. What do you have, a few pieces of paper, claiming her as part of your pack? Bring them forward, Walsh. I dare you.” Victor’s canines start to elongate and Walsh snarls back, but Victor grabs him by the throat just as the crowd begins to count down to midnight. “Bring your paperwork forward,” Victor spits the words at Walsh, murder in his eyes. “And I will shred it before you. She is mine, Walsh, the boys are mine. Your pack? It’s mine.” His last two words are a vicious whisper. As the crowd shouts “Happy New Year!” and the DJ begins to play auld lang syne, Victor shoves Walsh roughly away from him.

Victor’s lips then arched upward a little, pleased to hear that everything was going just as he planned. “That’s good news!” Victor exclaimed. He obviously could not help grinning widely from ear to ear as soon as he heard the curse is about to be fulfilled soon. I chuckled inwardly, shaking my head. There is no way I’m gonna let that happen. There is no way I’m gonna let him win. Not this time.

Half a million dollars. I’d pointed it out once. "That's beautiful," I'd said. Victor had replied, "Too flashy. Not for you." Now it was around Julia's neck. I slipped into the house. No one noticed me. From the top of the stairs, I heard Julia’s high, tinkling laughter—a sound that grated on my nerves. "Victor, this is the most perfect Christmas I've ever had." "This is just the start, my queen. Once our child is born, I'll give you the wedding of the century."

Tonight is the Winter Anniversary. “I’m fine, Dom. Stop hovering and go have fun.” I swat his hand away from my shoulder. “Go be the star. I’m just here for the free champagne and to make sure you don’t do anything stupid before the big game.” He gives me that lopsided, boyish grin that has half the city swooning. “No promises.” I watch as he scans the room. This isn’t an official league party. It is the commemorative bash before the final showdown of the year. The calm before the bloodbath on the ice.

the woman shot back, sending the audience into fits of laughter. We were finally done, the DJ engaged the crowd with music and they danced as Dami tallied the points. Finally, Dami grabbed the microphone, and the DJ lowered the music. “And the winner of this year’s Christmas Couple Contest is…” He paused for effect, his gaze sweeping the eager faces. I leaned in, grinning as I said, “Mr and Mrs Adeleye! The Santa hat couple!” The crowd erupted as the winning couple jumped in excitement. They hugged each other tightly as Dami handed them the envelope containing the resort voucher. I pinned the sash reading “Best Christmas Couple 2024” over their shoulders, the joy on their faces lighting up t

He said, “When the lights come, they don’t warn you. They just… arrive. And when they do, you’ll know.” So we waited. Victor set up a little foldable blanket in the snow. He handed me another thermos, this one full of hot chocolate, rich and warm and exactly what I needed. “Are you cold?” he asked, slipping his arm around me. “A little,” I admitted, even though I was wrapped in layers. “But mostly just… I don’t know. Overwhelmed. In a good way.” “Good,” he whispered. “You deserve to be overwhelmed… with good things.”

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

“Alright, let’s not. Let me stay here with you in the hospital to celebrate the New Year.” ... “Victor, it’s the New Year. Where did you go?”