Winx Club Christmas Novels & Stories

She was trying to be all nice to him, make him happy, and then when she's gotten him where she wants him, she'll ask for the money. But for now she'll focus on pleasing him. They got dressed together after, Claudia humming softly as she slipped into her coat, Brandon watching her with a thoughtful expression. “You ready?” she asked. “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go.” The Snowbrook Christmas nativity was exactly what Brandon remembered. The beautiful nativity scene, an old tradition of younger children playing the birth story, this time it was different. There was no Melody, there was no Jamie and Cynthia, there was no giant bubblegum bubble competition between the four of them.

“I want to order a clipper. The one that could barb a pretty long female hair, bring it to Classic Castle restaurant.” Selene burst out laughing. My jaw dropped. Daniel was serious. “You can't make me chicken out in fear,” Selene blasted at him.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

“I’m drinking it anyway. What are you going to do about it?” Wendy huffed and didn’t actually try to grab it back. She clicked her tongue and looked Winter up and down. “Good thing you’ve got skin this thick. Otherwise, you really would’ve been beaten to a mess.” Instead of being annoyed, Winter found her oddly endearing. Just as Wendy twisted her hips and turned to leave, Winter called out, “Wendy, sweetie, do you happen to have a VIP card for the JX Club?” “Why?” Being called sweetie by someone as striking as Winter clearly put her in a good mood. “You want one?”

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

The Title ceremony was over and Jax was now officially Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The next several days went by in a daze with many things returning to normal and the town preparing for the next big event. Fall decorations were being put aside to make room for the Christmas festivities that would soon commence. In Wild Cliff Christmas was somewhat of a religiously celebrated holiday- it started on November 20th and continued until the new year. November 20th had been a celebration marker for as long as they could remember. It began hundreds of years ago when the first settlers put up the tree in the center of town by the roundabout to celebrate the prosperous future they had on this new land.

She threw herself on my neck and showered me with kisses. —Glad you liked it. —I had an idea,— she whispered in my ear and buried her hand in the back of my neck, making me shiver. —I want to do something I felt like doing in the airport parking lot. — What are you up to, Manuela Banguela? I leaned her against the car door and started rubbing against her body, showing how hard I was already just imagining her intentions. — Come see Rich Rich! She got into the back of the car, pulling me along with her. Our first wedding night became known as the cruising night at the low black Monza. That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

NAILA’S POV A cold gust of wind brushed past my face, ruffling my hair as I pushed the door to the cabin open, the hinges creaking as I stepped inside. Finally. Warmth. The room smelt of wood and the lingering smell of ashes. Just what I needed for a Christmas holiday. Snow brushed against the fogged up windows, dimming the cabin as I collapsed onto a cushion, wrapping my coat tighter around my slender frame. Seven freaking hours on a plane. One whole hour of paperwork to confirm that I had rented out the cabin for Christmas. Still boiling over the fact that I lost my only job and had to start over. What I fucking needed right now was a nap and some peace ofㅡ

he said winking at me. I rolled my eyes smiling back at him unable to be angry with my big goofy Alpha. I popped some strawberries into my mouth enjoying the food, everything really was delicious. "To answer your earlier question, after breakfast I have somrhing I would like to give to you for christmas, only the high pack members will join us in the living room and exchange gifts." I turned towards Felix who was sipping on some black coffee and watching over our pack members as if danger would come at any moment.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.