Novel & Cerita Winx Christmas

“Ooh! I hope I win. There’s absolutely nothing like a Christmas Wishes original.” “You got that right.” Molly winked at Ms. Vincent as handed her the golden tickets. “Thank you, again. The town appreciates it.” “Thank you, dear!” Ms. Vincent called back as she exited the store. The door chimed shut and the store was quiet for a moment.

The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting. We made our way inside and Grandma Rose was seated on a queen-like chair, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her makeup and dress made her look intimidating, the interior decoration of her sitting room was nothing like the taste of an elderly woman. “Aria," she called, rising from her seat with a bright smile. I hurriedly walked past Damon and into her open arms. “Good afternoon, grandma Rose." “You look so much beautiful just like last night," she commended.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Alex points out while watching me frown at the dirty mush on the ground. “The lights are pretty. We have to admit, the humans have a great way of decorating for the Christmas and winter season,” I answer while looking at all the light chains in all variations decorating the windows. My mind shifts to a thought I try to drown out as soon as it appears. Jax and I decorating our home like this, with small kids getting all excited. “Do you think we werewolves could celebrate Christmas?” I question out of the blue. “I mean, we believe in our Moon-goddess, while the humans have their own beliefs. Would it be wrong to celebrate something that isn’t our belief?”

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

He replied as he looked away. " The Christmas Spirit does not entail you believing what your friends believe but it entails believing what you think is right. I never will force you to believe what you don't want to believe but I will tell you a story of a far away land. A land you never thought will ever exist. " A land where magic runs and where snow falls unceasingly. I will tell you how the winter season originated and why this land is so special. It is left for you to believe what you hear because I can never force you to believe what you do not want to believe.

Venn immediately replied: "It is a wolf that can control and absorb all things. In particular, only this wolf can control the air." As soon as Venn finished speaking, Amity also regained her strength, gently flying from the air to the ground. Amity looked at Lily again and said, “Try it!”

Juliana reminded them for the nth time and Xander had to shake his head at his Mother's behaviour. "Good night and thanks for having us" Xander saluted then after his Mother had gotten into her own car. "It's our pleasure, do visit from time to time" Annabel told him and he nodded with a smile. He was about getting into his car when he suddenly remembered something. Since Winter was still standing there, staring at him, it was easy for him to ask her. "I just remember that I don't have your contact details yet" Winter's eyes widened at the realization that they don't have each other's contact details.

“I guess I just started it and it escalated. The people use it as a way to chill after a very difficult year,” “And since they don’t have to contribute money, it didn’t take much to get them to join in. They handle the decorations and make it beautiful. It usually turns out well” he explained and I nodded slowly. “So how do you guys get funds?” “We sometimes get sponsors if we’re lucky —not really often though. But we manage well on our own. The winery has a separate savings account for Christmas funds, and the people sometimes during the year sends anything they have to support, the town chairman is very supportive also,”

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.