White Christmas By Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

Chloe’s POV The tiny red-and-white pleated skirt barely skimmed the bottom of my ass, the matching crop top stretched tight across my breasts with “BLACKWOOD” spelled out in glittery letters right over my nipples. White knee-high socks with red ribbons, white sneakers, and two bright red pom-poms completed the look. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, swinging with every step I took.

Crack! A bolt of lightning suddenly split the night sky in half. The pale white light flashed across my blurred vision, illuminating the Apple Watch that had just been exposed beneath my torn sleeve. In the flickering darkness, I couldn’t see his face clearly—only a massive shadow collapsing over me, accompanied by a ravenous, cackling laugh. A razor-sharp current of cold air sliced through the wind toward me. Before I could even register it, my wrist was seized by a rough, filthy hand and yanked violently.

"Connor! You! You actually betrayed me! You sold your body for orders!" Ryan spoke in a strange, sarcastic tone as if he had suddenly understood everything. "No wonder you could sign so many major deals at once and beat every one of us. "Heh, Connor, I didn't expect you to be this disgusting." Their thought process nearly made me laugh from anger. My sister's face turned cold. She spoke lightly to Chairman Wallace. "Chairman Wallace, your subordinates don't seem very bright." The chairman was not stupid. His gaze moved between my sister's features and mine, and he immediately put on a nearly fawning smile.

"Ignorance is bliss. Isn't that the saying?" "Not in this case. These things, these monsters, whispers, or whatever they may be, they have a weakness. And I only seek to inform you in case it comes down to the worst, you'll be able to take care of yourself. My family killed one of the sisters long ago. The patriarch of my family to be precise. He killed one of the sisters, the one called Claire. They called her the ice. She was the cold. It's why my family retains that power. It's why it snows most times on Crest Hill, even in summer. We use it to create a bit of comfort for the heat. The first White could have killed them all, but one called the red one surprised my family. No one knows wha

One Saturday morning, I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the fact our house smelled like Wonderland. It's the same song she repeatedly hums, which started irritating Ares and me. The death song. Shake it off by Taylor Swift. She would sing that song whenever she was super happy because of its hype beat, but the lyrics are about shaking off romance. I don't know why she would be satisfied with a song like that, but the way she sang seems funny yet horrifying.

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.

I asked out of pure curiosity. “I was running away from home, and Rachelle didn’t want me to be alone. I was twelve, and my dad had told me that I had to stop seeing a boy I liked.” Even from the backseat, unable to see her face, I could sense the weight of her words. I knew she was referring to Tyler. The way he suddenly turned to look at her, his expression a mix of surprise and concern, only confirmed my suspicions. I couldn't help but think that Tyler had never realized the true reason behind her decision to end things. It seemed like this journey would unfold into a tapestry of revelations, each thread more surprising than the last. A playful thought crossed my mind—perhaps now would be

No fade-to-black. There was breath against skin. Scar against scar. Hunger that had waited too long. And underneath it always the storm they both knew was coming. They didn’t stop. They didn’t speak. They felt. And when it was over, and her head rested against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles along her spine, he whispered: “You’re still warm.” She didn’t say it aloud. But she thought it: For now. In the cockpit, Elias reviewed the data from the shard.

the man smiled at the audience. Kurt’s mother flashed an evil smile. Kurt and Annika were both stunned. They didn’t know something like this would come up. Catherine planned to embarrass Annika in front of many people, but what she didn’t know is that Annika was a good singer. Annika looked at Kurt’s mother with a smirk. It’s on, bitch. She stood up and gracefully walked to the stage. Kurt was nervous but he couldn’t do anything. Annika took the mic. “Hello, everyone. My name’s Annika. I am with my boyfriend, Kurt Morgan.” The spotlight went to Kurt. He waved his hand and smiled, but he was still nervous. “Tonight I will sing Girl On Fire and I dedicated this song to the mother of my boyfrie