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.

Willow stared at him and for the first time that night, she sang right on key, her voice breaking. "Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire, Your arson's match your somber eyes, And I'll still see it until I die, You're the loss of my life..." Knox's eyebrows furrowed as he cluelessly stared at Willow, not understanding what those Taylor Swift lyrics meant. "What do you mean? I don't understand." He finally admitted.

"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.

I am curious about the song she will going to sing. After she searched for a song, she entered the title number. It was then I know... White Horse by Taylor Swift is the title of the song. The two kids clap their hands to cheer for her before she starts to sing. I just watch her. /Say you're sorry, that face of an angel Comes out just when you need it to As I placed back and forth all this time 'Cause I honestly believed in you Holdin' on, the days drag on Stupid girl, I should've known, I should've known/

His back arched at the effort, his cheeks flushing in exertion. He wheezed and sucked in mouthfuls of air before finally calming down. "Let's go home, Yvonne." His eyes never left me, in case I went back on my word. … And so, I returned to the house I'd chosen to leave. It was still in the same state I left it in, though a grayscale photo hung on the wall now—Bianca. William noticed what I was looking at, and he went slightly rigid. "She fell really sick last year and never recovered." He looked at me carefully. "I'll have Jason tuck it away if it bothers you."

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