Writing Prompt About Christmas

Christmas magic is in the air at the Santa Clause Ball! Will it lead to love? Growing up in a town called Mistletoe Mountain, it's no wonder I love Christmas. My parents named me appropriately, too. You can't get much more Christmas-y than Holly Lane Garland! This Christmas is going to be even more magical than usual--I can just feel it! At the annual Santa Claus Ball, I meet an amazing man who makes my heart play "Jingle Bells." There's just one problem--well, maybe two. I have no idea what his name is--or what he looks like. (Did I mention the Santa Claus Ball is a masquerade?) Searching for my perfect man leads me to make a new friend. Patrick is amazing, and we have so much in common. He loves Christmas, too. But I think he has a girlfriend. And, well, he's just not the guy who kissed me under the mistletoe. Or is he? Will I find love before Santa arrives, or will I lose my chance at mistletoe magic? If you like sweet, clean Christmas romance novels that get you in the mood for the holidays, you won't want to miss this new romance from the author of Melody's Christmas, Christmas Cocoa, and All I Want for Christmas is Pooch!

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.

Scarlet had never had it easy. Growing up in a terrible orphanage led by a corrupted Matron, Scarlet had learned the only way she and her fellow orphans were going to have a better life was if she made one for them herself. Taking on add jobs here and there she quickly gained notoriety within the higher social circles of the influential. Now, hired as a Contract Wife, will this latest mission result in true love? Or will it spell out doom for them both?

Christmas was just around the corner, and the head of the company asked us to choose between a bonus and a Christmas gift box for chocolate. I was not much of a sweets person, so I was the first to vote for the bonus. The intern collecting the votes immediately called me out by name in the team chat. "Ella, Christmas is supposed to be about the holiday spirit. Isn't choosing the bonus a bit materialistic?" Even the department manager tagged me. "Ella, the company values team spirit more than anything." In the end, everyone else picked the gift boxes. I was the only one who did not. When the Christmas party arrived, the intern had bought gift boxes filled entirely with nut chocolate. She knew I was allergic to nuts, yet she forced me to try some in front of everyone to show my team spirit. "Ella, this was bought with everyone's bonus money. You cannot just refuse, can you?" The next moment, I was struggling to breathe and a rash spread across my body. The intern looked at me with pure disgust. "Seriously, Ella, do you have to ruin the mood when everyone else is having fun?" I frantically searched my bag for my allergy medicine, but all I could find were a few pieces of chocolate. Seeing me in such a state, the intern laughed. "Medicine is only one part of it. You need more sweets anyway. I swapped your medicine for the chocolate in the gift box." My breathing was getting worse by the second. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted the CEO. [Dad, I'm having an allergic reaction. I'm at the…]

On Christmas night, I've roasted a whole turkey and paired it with the finest red wine. Then, I quietly wait for my boyfriend, Don Carlo Carlione from the Carlione family, to come home to me. When Carlo steps through the front door, he doesn't even spare me a glance. Instead, he throws his blood-stained coat onto the couch and starts undoing his cufflinks. "Something important is going on at the family HQ tonight, so I can't celebrate Christmas with you tonight." He sounds very casual, as though he's talking about the weather. I don't respond to him at all. Instead, I just slice my turkey quietly. Later on at 1:00 am, Carlo's ex-girlfriend, Lucia Caruso, uploads a social media post right on time. In the photo, she can be seen resting her head against Carlo's shoulder. The background shows a night sky filled with fireworks overcasting a grand bridge. The caption reads, "He told me he can always keep me company as long as I say the word." I don't hurl my phone in a fit of anger, nor do I call Carlo to demand for answers hysterically. Instead, I just leave a like on the post. 30 seconds later, Carlo calls me. For once, his voice is tinged with a hint of alarm. "This is just a misunderstanding! I'll definitely celebrate next Christmas with you!" I just shake my head with a soft sigh. "It's a shame that there's no next Christmas for us ever again."

As Christmas drew near, my little sister claimed she’d seen Santa Claus in the house. “He had four legs, real long, like dead branches. He crawled on the floor like a dog. His mouth was full of teeth, and I saw him with my own eyes, climbing out of the chimney. His bones were making this clicking, clacking sound.” The Santa she described was nothing like the legends. My parents and I thought it was just her imagination. Until I posted about it online. A user named “NocturneNotes” insisted my sister wasn’t lying, and that the thing was dangerous. Panicked, I asked him what we should do. He gave me three rules: “On Christmas Eve, from 11:30 PM to 2:00 AM, the entire family must ‘sleep’ by the Christmas tree.” “You can’t actually fall asleep, or you’ll die in your sleep.” “No matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely cannot open your eyes or stop pretending to be asleep. Once it hits 2:00 AM, it will leave on its own.”

Christmas is only weeks away, and six young girls intend to make this year the best Christmas they've had together yet.

Kaia loves to write stories, her best friend Xander told her an exciting news about a writing contest on her dream University, it gave Kaia the perfect opportunity because she was writing the same genre, romance and tragedy. She was so keen on making her story good, but all things will change when she accidentally went inside her story. She saw her characters come to life and became friends with them. Kaia was torn if she should continue writing the story and ending it with the tragic one where the main character would die, or will she give up the contest for the character to live a happy ending. Xander was supportive with her and had been always there for her from the very start, but what would happen if a guy named Jake would be the cause of them to break their friendship apart, and a new girl who came in the scene. They both like each other but they don't want to risk their friendship, little did they know that Kaia's story would bring them together.

Cinderella the author, the princess, the broken soul, has been through a lot, but life wasn't done with her yet, not even close to that. She's thrown into a world of her own making, she's thrown into her newest story, she loves writing and what happens when the world throws her into her newest story, the one she just started writing? She's about to feel how her characters do, not just imagine it through, she'll live it first hand. Watch her being thrown into another version of Dom and little academy her most famous story, along with her best friend, and guardian angel Paul. This is a CGL story, filled with fluff and coffee addiction. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

On Christmas Eve, Daphne Curtis is finally free; free from Bateview Academy, free from the wolves who made her life hell, and free from Zachary Ackerman, the powerful student president who publicly declared her worthless. Home in Louiseville, she finds comfort in her parents’ theatre and the promise of a great holiday. Until Zachary Ackerman walks into her world. When fate reveals they are mates, Daphne is forced to confront the monster who destroyed her and Zachary must choose between the power he built on cruelty or the bond he just discovered. This Christmas, will the Alpha who rejected her earn her forgiveness? Or will Christmas be the night she walks away forever?