Victorious Christmas Tori の小説・ストーリー

"What is your suggestion, Lady Victoria?" Smiling wickedly at the young leader, Tori answered. "Finally, you are asking the right question." TORI HELD the reins of the chestnut-colored mare tightly. Even with her glove-covered hand and heavily covered body with a bear's pelt, she could still feel the numbing cold of the night as she stood atop the cliff that was the border of the Arin Tribe. She could see the telltale sign of the opposing militia's camp as torches surrounded them.

Victor roared, collapsing onto her, their breaths mingling. In the afterglow, snow swirled outside, but warmth enveloped them. Victor kissed her forehead, surprisingly tender. “Stay. Not as maid. As mine.” Elena smiled, tracing his jaw. “Merry Christmas, Victor.” The tree lights twinkled on, their heat a promise of more forbidden nights in his world of luxury and lust.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

“Vulnerable… curious… wanting.” Imani’s breath caught, sharp and shallow. “I… I can’t help it,” she admitted, pulse hammering. Every touch, every teasing graze of Zariah’s skin felt electric, sending waves of warmth from her chest down to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her body seemed alive with every movement, every brush of skin igniting a low, delicious fire.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

Z A R A Alejandro snakes his arms around my waist, "Mmm, it smells good. You're cooking?" "Mhm," I answer. "Special occasion?" He tucks his chin into the crook of my neck. I stop stirring the pasta and slightly turn my head. "It's Christmas, don't you celebrate? "I do," he says. "It's just that I haven't spent Christmas with someone in years." I raise a brow. "I can hear the lie seeping through your teeth."

The song beckoned the coming of a new year, carrying in its melody the promises of a better year full of love, unending happiness, and all the blessings in abundance the universe had in store for us. A soft click on the door captured my attention and I turned to find Verzi standing there, watching me with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked yummy in a red knitted sweater with white snowflakes and other Christmas decorations. The red and white Santa hat decorated his perfectly sculpted face, drawing out his beautiful jawline and highlighting his very dark, bushy eyebrows. The tattoo right above his left brow was slightly hidden by some strands of his black hair, while the small cross

"This doesn't erase her, Nelson. It just means you're finally letting yourself move forward." Something in his expression cracked open. "How are you so wise at twenty-four?" "Boston taught me a lot." She smiled. "And maybe I just see you clearly. All of you. Including the parts you think are unlovable." He kissed her like she'd given him permission to breathe. Slow, thorough, reverent. His hands trembled as they slid under her sweater, finding skin. She gasped, arching into his touch. "Tell me to stop," he whispered against her throat.