What If Happy Hogan Saved Christmas Novels & Stories

I found myself in tears too as I watched him try to swallow his own tears, but that was not only because I was feeling bad for him, but it was also because I knew that I was finally going to get the help needed. The Lukas that I was looking at and dealing with right now wasn’t the same Lukas that had forcefully taken me from my parent’s house. That Lukas was cold and unfeeling and he cared about no one but himself, but this Lukas was much more different than that. The fact that he knew that this wouldn’t end well for him If he went back to the pack and yet he was still willing to take the chance and go with me meant that he had changed. A part of me hoped that he wouldn’t be killed so that h

“Will survive without Santa.” I played my ace. “It would mean everything to them. Especially the sanctuary refugees who've been through so much trauma. Seeing their strong Alpha being silly and kind? That teaches them that strength and gentleness can coexist.” Christian's resistance crumbled visibly. “This never gets mentioned again after the holiday.” “Promise.” Lie. I was documenting everything. Diana produced a professional Santa costume from nowhere. “You planned this,” Christian accused. “Obviously. I've known Sophie for months now. This was inevitable.”

“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” “I know. It means you can keep the store open,” Holly said, her own voice growing thick with emotion. He hugged her close. “Thank you for telling me, Holly. It’s made my Christmas.” Her heart filled with joy. That was what Christmas was really about. Making people joyful. “Oh, look, here comes our hero now,” Mark said, pointing down the road. Nathan walked among the floats, his black coat open in the cool air. She grinned and hopped off the float to greet him.

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.

Olivia asked, and I chuckled. “It's way past your bedtime, missy, and you're still up.” She frowned at that, so I tried to lighten up her mood: “But you'll see tomorrow; he's still gonna be here. He's not going anywhere, remember?” That seemed to lighten up her mood and give her something to look forward to as she nodded. “Come on, let's get you two ready for bed,” I murmured, taking both their hands in mine. Never in a million years would I have predicted that day would go the way it did; if someone had told me my ex-husband would show up dressed as Santa Claus, I'd probably have laughed in the person's face.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

"I thought you said he was in Tokyo." "He was," she said breezily. "But he flew back early. Said something about wanting a 'quiet family Christmas.' Which is weird, because usually he spends the holidays merging companies and destroying his rivals." She laughed, a bubbly sound that bounced off the cold walls. "But hey, maybe he’s having a mid-life crisis. More presents for us, right?" My heart stopped. He was here. Silas King was here. I suddenly felt like the air in the room had been sucked out by a vacuum. If I had known he was going to be physically present in the lodge, I would have thrown myself out of the moving Uber on the way up the mountain.

"Oh yeah? How would you know…" "Because you're the one who took the tree and the gifts, and you sold them, Jonah! You sold the very gifts that would have made them happy this Christmas! The very things you can't even promise to get for them, you took for yourself! WHAT KIND OF A HUSBAND OR FATHER IS THAT?!"

Tara added. “Anything else?” he asked flatly. “No,” Tara said cheerfully. “Just extra sugar for the coffee, thank you.” He didn’t smile. As they waited, Tara leaned closer. “Why does he look like someone stole Christmas from him personally?” Melody laughed. “Because everyone else is having fun and he’s stuck working.” “But I work during Christmas too,” Tara said. “And I don’t look like that.” “You save lives,” Melody reminded her. “He saves us from hypothermia.” Tara laughed just as a voice called out