Winx Christmas Novels & Stories

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

How come everyone can enjoy this thing? Emma eyed me as I finished drinking. "Do you want to forget something, Snow?" I rolled my eyes at her, "No. Just want to enjoy this trip while I have the chance." I shrugged. I reached for another, and another, the fourth time was cut when Luke ordered Dax to hide the beer. "Snow. Stop." He stared at me seriously. I beamed at him and hiccuped, then remembering I was supposed to be upset with him, I turned away instantly.

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

The wine-soaked fabric clung cold against my skin. "Excuse me. I need to change." As I walked away, I could feel his eyes burning into my back. The second the bedroom door shut, everything I'd been holding in crashed down. My chest tightened, wave after wave. I changed quickly. My phone buzzed. Bernard. My older brother. [Wynne, he won't take you to the family estate for Christmas again this year. You lost. Come home with me.] My eyes burned. Tears slid down my face. Before I could reply, a pair of hands suddenly settled on my waist.

Only on New Year's Eve, she had to beg to break her tongue so that Chris would return to the palace to celebrate New Year's Eve with the Lewis family. As for Brawen, she broke up with Owen a long time ago, so she didn't have a home to return to. Like every year before, on Christmas, Brawen will pretend to be Santa Claus to give presents to her late brother's grandchildren, but this year she completely cuts off all those relationships, basically she doesn't want to. my deceased family had nothing to do with this world.

Christina had lost. She had completely lost. The outcome of the battle came unexpectedly, catching everyone off guard. Who could have thought that Christina would truly lose like this? She suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, startling Wanda. "Miss, what are you doing?" Wanda asked. "You can leave," Christina said, suppressing her laughter. In her eyes, there was a touch of desolation. "Miss." "Thank you. It turns out you're the one who cares about me the most in the Johnson family," Christina said with a mysterious look fixed on Wanda.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages. I stare at the screen for a long time without moving. This is not the first time they break their promise to me because of Giada. But this time, I do not argue or make a scene. I simply type and send one line calmly in the comments, "I wish your family of four a Merry Christmas." I finally let go of my obsession and stop waiting for people who will never come to me. But when I quietly step away, the ones who cannot let go turn out to be them.

I exclaimed in awe. “You deserve the best, Layla.” Alex smiled, placing a kiss on my neck. Upon returning to the penthouse, a lavish feast awaited. Caviar, lobster, and champagne flowed. Larry, Rachel, and the team joined us, sharing laughter and stories. Alex presented me with a stunning diamond necklace. “Layla, you shine brighter than any star.” I blushed. “Alex, you're the one making this Christmas magical.” As night fell, fireworks exploded above the city.