Ya Books About Christmas Novels & Stories

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."

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

We glided across the ice, our hands entwined. “I've always wanted to ice-skate with you,” Alex said, his eyes shining. I smiled. “Your Christmas magic is unforgettable.” As we took a break, sipping hot cocoa, I asked. “Alex, what's your favorite Christmas memory?” Alex's expression softened. “Meeting you. That's my best Christmas gift.” My heart swelled. “Mine too.” Suddenly, fireworks erupted above the city. Alex swept me into his arms. “Merry Christmas, Layla. Forever and always.”

On the staircase, Aaron remained in his previous position, engrossed in reading a book by the fireplace. "Why have you returned?" Aaron closed his book without letting Dominic speak and gazed at Dominic and Kathy as they approached slowly. The room remained dimly lit, preventing Kathy from discerning Aaron's expression. However, judging from his tone, his mood didn't appear to be as negative as she had anticipated. "Uncle, I didn't bring any gifts as a new visitor. Since today is Christmas, I bought you a scarf. I hope you like it," Kathy said, releasing Dominic's hand and retrieving the scarf from his pocket to offer it to Aaron with a smile.

The chilly December air enveloped Anna as she stood on the balcony, gazing up at the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky. It was 22nd December, just a few days away from Christmas day. Memories of past Christmases flooded her mind, and her heart ached with the absence of her beloved parents. This would be her first Christmas without them, and the void left behind was deeply felt.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

I opened Val’s journal once again and stumbled upon another entry, this time written on the day before Christmas. I couldn’t help but smile. Val had written about Kian being a complete pain in the ass, running around the house and asking her about his present. She had mentioned how difficult it was to keep the present a surprise from him, as he was constantly peeking and snooping around the house. Despite her frustration, Val had ended the entry with a heartwarming note, expressing her love for her brother and how excited she was to spend Christmas with her family.

“I'm going to Skype with my parents at some point tomorrow to wish them a happy Christmas and act surprised as I open the care package that my mother sent me, even though I already have a pretty good idea of what she's sent me. But other than that, I'm mainly just focusing on relaxing. Maybe I'll get some surfing in or something too. The beaches usually aren't too crowded on Christmas since most people are off with their families. Not sure what the weather forecast looks like, though.” “Probably warm and humid,” Christian said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head. “This is honestly all so strange to me after growing up with New York winters. I think I've

I tried not to dwell on it, but a conversation with my brother on the night before New Year's Eve was one of those moments when I couldn't avoid thinking about it, no matter how comforting his wise words were. ... "Are you asleep yet?" Alex asks quietly, peering into my bedroom. I put down my current book, "Problems" by Jada Sharma, a Christmas gift from our grandparents. It's been an engaging and relatable read, but I set it aside and motion for my brother to come in.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.