Novel & Cerita Victorious Christmas

She asked me, “My little brother has turned out to be a great cook!” “Don’t boast. I’m not as good as Daniel.” Victor’s cheeks were red. “Honey,” Ken said solemnly while placing her hand on Victor’s back. “I don’t think you’ll ever be as good as Daniel.” In retaliation, Victor simply took the chicken from Ken’s plate and placed it on his own. “If you don’t say I’m the best cook in the world, you won’t be getting any of my food…ever.” “Speaking of,” I told Daniel. “It’s Christmas Eve! Isn’t your restaurant and club buzzing with people tonight?”

Reluctantly, Arthur covered her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. "And I look forward to working with you," Victory continued warmly. "Word on the street is that you eat children for breakfast and breathe fire to anyone who dares to mention your name, thus solidifying your status as an unknown recluse. Having sat next to you this past hour, I find my flesh to be of room temperature and you appear to enjoy eating chicken and pudding instead of small children." Victory teased him in her soft musical voice, her green eyes twinkling in merriment and her pink lips were upturned in a wide smile.

"So we agree. We stay away from each other. Act like adults." "Absolutely." He was looking at my mouth now. "Very adult. Very appropriate." Neither of us moved. Neither looked away. The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the spell. We jumped apart just as Sophie's head popped through the opening. "There you guys are! Sorry that took forever. Did you find the boxes?" "Yeah, got them," I said, voice only slightly unsteady. We carried the boxes downstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon decorating. Sophie put on Christmas music. Jason made hot chocolate. It was exactly what Christmas should feel like.

"But I found my life, Victor. I found my home." Victor stopped dancing. Right there, in the center of three hundred people, surrounded by the triumphant music and the blinding, golden light of our reclaimed sanctuary, he lowered his head. He kissed me with a devastating, all-consuming worship. It was a kiss that possessed no fear, no hesitation, and no shadows. It was the absolute, undeniable proof of our victory. I wrapped my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to his solid heat, kissing him back with every ounce of love, defiance, and devotion burning in my chest.

She winked playfully at me, barely holding back her laughter. I chuckled and gently patted the top of her head. "You were incredible. I’m completely impressed. So now let’s hurry home so I can properly reward you. "Didn’t you say I had mad skills? Tonight is our wedding night after all. Don’t think you’re getting away." Laughing and teasing each other, Elara clung tightly to my arm, nearly doubling over with laughter.

He had chosen Davidson, and it was going to cost him his throne. The chorus of “Ayes” began. Victor’s was first, clear and triumphant. Dobbs’s was a gruff bark. Isabelle Rossi’s was a quiet, pragmatic murmur. One by one, the voices came. Not a unanimous roar, but a decisive, damning majority. When the tally was done, the silence returned, heavier than before. Victor Brandt leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together over his stomach. He didn't smile, but the triumph gleamed in his eyes. He had the votes. He had won.

“Thank you.” Zayne took me to another beautiful sight. Walking with him side by side felt dreamy. He got me new clothes, mostly jackets, boots, and I picked up this short black gown. I have a thing for black. It is safe to say I was having the best time of my life. Who would have thought my Christmas would be spent far away from family? The ride home was not awkward this time. He played music, good Christmas songs that I jammed to, and we were finally back home.

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

The morning sunlight flooded the spacious windows of the Romano mansion, creating a cozy ambiance at the breakfast table. Alexander walked into the dining room with an energetic stride and a rarely-seen grin on his face. Seated already, his siblings gazed up in astonishment. “Good morning, everyone,” Alexander said with a big grin on his face. He was happy because he now had leverage to use against his Uncle Sterling In their battle for succession. "Ah, ah, seems like someone is in a good mood today," Victoria taunted with a raised eyebrow. "What are we celebrating, Alex? Have you won the company a multi-billion dollar contract or something of that nature?"

My dad, and Aerin, stopped next to me and he cleared his throat, after he stopped chuckling, "The rules were previously agreed upon by both parties. We, Aerin and I, are also in agreement with the rules and are ready and willing to carry them out without prejudice. Cyrus and Jayce, you may take your positions and begin on Aerin's signal." Jayce gave a short growl before getting down low. Cyrus merely stood, watching him closely. Aerin gave a sharp whistle and Jayce charged at full speed. He never made contact as Cyrus stepped out of the way before shoving him off balance as he passed. My dad hummed in approval. Jayce rolled away and started to reposition himself. Cyrus whipped around quickly