Winx Club Christmas Novels & Stories

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

“If you are, we’re having a parade on Friday. All the businesses make floats and the kids walk in it. It’s great town spirit. And Jones throws a party on Christmas for the kids. Hands out presents. The whole town shows up. You should come if you’re here.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” “Let me show you the rest of the place,” George said, motioning them on. “I think you’ll love our Research and Development area. It seems like something the creator of the quad-ram would appreciate.” Merryweather Merryweather closed her eyes and smiled. The snow. The lights. The Christmas tree. It was all set up and perfect. All that they needed was the kiss. Merryweather rubbed her hands and made a little

she said with a wave. "Bye, Sylvia," I called after her as her taillights dimmed in the distance. I took the short distance to my car, unlocked it, and sped off into the London night, still thinking about what I should buy her for Christmas that was not a sweater. *** I took a seat in my usual corner inside the Dancing Angels. I always enjoyed the show and a few drinks before heading home. Tonight the club was packed. Unusual for a Wednesday night. I asked the waitress what was the deal with the crowd tonight.

HAZEL - Thank you for shopping at Waldorfs, return soon and have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" Chirps the cashier, clad in a Santa Elf costume. Katie, Arielle, and I exit the upscale retail shop, carrying fancy plastic bags thickened with purchased merchandise. Huxley and a dozen undercover Molotov Mafia members trailing closely behind us.

I stand and walk away, my mood improving after the feel of his lips on mine. ***** The Winter Dance comes every year after classes are over. It's the time to celebrate that we finally have our vacations and when new romances spring. When the snow king and queen get selected. The school is slowly becoming this enchanted ice castle. All the clubs are involved in the decorations and in organizing the festivity. Christmas trees are almost on every corner. Lights of white and blue colors cover the ceiling. There are white garlands on the walls.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

Xander groaned internally for he was so close to taste her lips, he was dying to kiss those soft lips of hers. On noticing Scar wasn't ready yet, Kat asked, "Scar, hurry up babe. We gotta leave soon." Scarlett quickly nodded and went upstairs saying, "I'll get changed." Xander was confused by all this. Leave? Where were they leaving to? It's Christmas today and although he doesn't celebrate it usually but he wanted to today with his Triantáfyllo. He wanted to send the rest of the day with her So he asked her friend, "Where are you both going?"

I unclasped my necklace and fastened it around her throat. "Jewelry belongs on a beauty. When you have Christmas Eve dinner with Leon's grandmother, at least you'll look the part." Chloe looked flattered. Leon frowned. Irritation flashed across his face. "Wynne Wronski, who said you could give something I bought you to an outsider?" "How is she an outsider? Would you take an outsider to Christmas Eve dinner with your grandmother?" Leon went quiet. His gaze turned dark, unreadable. The wine-soaked fabric clung cold against my skin.

Lachesis giggles, “Well, it looks like Damon found the female version of himself.” Ana laughs, “I could've told everyone that.” Misha lightly smacks Ana on the shoulder, “Hey, I'm not that bad.” Ana laughs harder, “You so are!” “Well go, we will see you again at the wedding,” Lachesis says. Misha snaps, “There isn't going to be a wedding!” Lachesis shrugs, “As you wish.” Then she winks at me. Oh, there'll be a wedding. I just have to convince Misha to marry me on Christmas. We say farewell and Misha ports us back to their house.