What If Happy Hogan Saved Christmas Novels & Stories

Alpha Hunter calmed down and softened his attitude with a low, charismatic, and luscious voice: “Let’s sign a contract... If you refuse, then wear the handcuffs forever…” Cassandra ‘Cassy’ Clark lived in a village that had been at war with the Black Haw Pack for centuries. Her mother, a Gamma soldier, died because of it, but Cassy grew up with the love of her father and older brother, who protected and cared for her her whole life. Things went complicated when Cassy was betrayed by the man she fell in love with on the night of the Choosing when Alpha Carter chose another woman instead of her. But her world went upside down when she met her destined mate, Alpha Hunter, the most evil guy that Cassy met in her entire life. In desperation of Alpha Hunter to have an heir, he forcibly took Cassy away from her family and brought her to his territory. Things got crazier after Alpha Hunter was deceived by a witch that was sent by his half-brother who wanted to kick him off the throne. Will Cassy save her mate? Or will she run away from the man who treated her like a slave?

The third year after I got diagnosed with intermittent amnesia, I happened to overhear my husband, Lucien Rook, chatting with his friends. “Lucien, Anneliese loses her memories every couple of months, and you keep making us impersonate you to live with her. Aren’t you afraid that one of us might take it all the way one day?” “What’s there to be afraid of?” Lucien laughed uninhibitedly, swishing the alcohol in his glass. “Annie is cold and distant. As long as you guys don’t tempt her, she won’t have any such desires. “But I’m warning you now. You can act all you want, but you can’t ever sleep with her. Once I’ve had my fun, I will be going home to her.” For three years, every time I lost my memories, Lucien was not the one who would hold my hand and embrace me, or even sleep with me in the same bed. In three years, I had lost my memories nine times, and nine men had pretended to be my husband. What they did not know was that my amnesia had been cured two years ago.

Maximilian Loxley is a ruthless billionaire, haunted by his past. Ada Turner is the maid who stepped into his mansion with a secret plan to destroy him. But the closer she gets to his guarded heart, the harder it becomes to untangle revenge from desire. As lies unravel and truths emerge, they’ll have to choose—let their dark secrets consume them or risk everything for the love they never saw coming.

We agreed we were going to spend Christmas together as a family of three. I briefly stepped out to grab my daughter’s Christmas gift, but quickly realized that I had forgotten my keys. However, when I came back, I was locked outside the villa. I rang the doorbell countless times, but no one came to let me in. Through the glass window, I saw my daughter happily smiling in the arms of my wife’s childhood friend who had returned from overseas. “Uncle Jones, you smell so nice. Not like my dad. He’s always sweaty and smells so gross. I don’t even want to spend Christmas with him!” My wife, Lily Quinn, looked at them indulgently and agreed. “Your dad hasn’t seen much of the world. He really doesn’t know how to celebrate holidays properly.” I froze in place as my fingers turned cold. Yara turned and saw me outside the window. Her face was filled with disgust. “What are you staring at? Why are you standing outside like some monster? You almost scared me to death! You’re not like Uncle Jones at all. He’s so elegant and well-mannered!” However, ten years ago, I was a top sales director at a well-known multinational company. Back then, I had the chance to be transferred to New York. Yet Lily unexpectedly got pregnant and suffered severe reactions. She was at constant risk of miscarriage. I voluntarily gave up that opportunity to take care of her and our daughter. Now, that sacrifice had somehow become undeniable proof of my uselessness. I took a deep breath and threw the Christmas gift I had bought for my daughter into the trash. Then I messaged someone saved in my contacts as “Apprentice”: [Is that overseas position you mentioned a few days ago still available?] The reply came almost instantly: [Of course! Mr. Lane, as long as you’re willing to come back, you’ll always have a place waiting for you!]

She was wounded and swore to make all men pay until she met him. Bella was hurt in the most cruel way by the man she has loved all her life. Everything was taken away from her including her hope of having a child of her own which is one of her greatest wish. On the night she found out about everything a beast as created, she swore to never rest until hundred men have paid for her misery. She used her beauty as a weapon and succeeded in ruining many mighty men until she met Henry Rick who was also hurt and on a mission of revenge too. His fiance cheated on him on their wedding day with his step brother, he was hurt and swore to make sure that every woman that comes his way gets a share of his hurt. It was a clash of revenge as their rage clashed with each other. Rick gave up first taking her healing up to himself and shielding her from all the dangers she had incurred upon herself through the course of her revenge mission. Rick was all she ever wanted except that now she was no longer Bella, she was now Rose, her split personality who has no atom of emotion. Will Rick be able to awaken Bella again while shielding her from all the dangers lurking around or will the will Rose succeed in ruining herself aside all the dangers she has created for herself?

While we're having our dinner on Christmas Eve, my mom suddenly asks me loudly, "Do you have your chastity?" I look confused. "What?" My mom just smiles very smugly. "I knew you were the adventurous type! You must have lost it because of someone else!" After that, she shoots my husband, Louis Hartson, a knowing look. "You don't know about this yet, right? Before Yvonne married you, she was an absolute player in the dating pool. Her father and I couldn't keep her under control at all!" I widen my eyes in shock. "What are you talking about?" My mom is even happier when she sees how angry I am. "Oh? You have the guts to do it, yet you're too cowardly to admit to it?" I can only clench my fists tightly under the table after hearing my mom's slanderous accusations. Since she likes spreading baseless rumors about me this much, I'm not going to keep her secret for her anymore.

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.

Claire was almost convinced that she couldn't find a mate because she failed to shift on her eighteenth birthday. The next year, without getting her hopes up, she sneaked out of her pack to attend another pack's mating ball out of curiosity. As a gatecrasher who has broken the rules, she was certain she wouldn't get caught because the event was a masquerade ball and none of the people would see her face. But guess what? She danced with the new alpha who was without a mask, and he immediately knew she was an outsider because she failed to recognize him! Running away, the clock tolled, signaling it was already midnight. She bolted into her wolf form for the first time and smelled a potent scent all over her, and realized that the man she danced with was her mate! However, upon returning home, Claire found out her father, the alpha of their pack, was killed by her uncle, and she was then exiled before meeting her mate again. But everything changed when a month later, a man barged into the barren place where she was imprisoned, and she met her savior's enigmatic blue eyes.

Betrayed. Broken. Stripped of everything she once called hers. Elysia Sinclair thought she had already lost it all—until she lost the one thing that truly mattered. Her baby. Left bleeding and abandoned in a cold hospital room, she swore revenge. But what could a woman with nothing do against the man who destroyed her? Enter Adrian Blackwood. Ruthless, calculating, and as dangerous as they come. He doesn’t do charity. He doesn’t do kindness. But when he looks at Elysia, he sees something more—something raw, something familiar. "Sign these papers, leave him, and marry me," he says, his voice a dark promise. "I'll help you get your revenge." It’s a deal with the devil himself, but Elysia is too shattered to refuse. One signature, and she goes from the discarded ex-wife of a billionaire to the new bride of a man even more powerful. But Adrian didn’t just want a wife. He wanted her. And as he slides his ring onto her finger in front of the man who betrayed her, a shiver runs down her spine. Because in Adrian’s eyes, this isn’t just a contract—it’s possession. Now, tangled in his world of power plays and whispered threats, Elysia must ask herself— Is she using Adrian to destroy her past? Or is he using her to rewrite his own? One thing is certain: when you strike a deal with the devil, there’s no turning back.

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.