Ya Books About Christmas Novels & Stories

Louis and I had a great time. Two days before the end of the holiday break, I received a call from a distant relative. "Yvonne, where are you right now?" "Out," I replied. "Wait, did you really go into hiding?" I was utterly confused. "Why would I be hiding?" Her voice grew anxious upon hearing my question. "Yvonne, you can stop hiding things from us now. You could have just told us you lost your job. "We're family. We would have pitched in to tide you over. Why did you even take out an online loan?

She even made me wear long heels. It was dark inside. The flickering Christmas lights only did little to illuminate the space. It was cold too. Too cold, but nobody seemed to care. My eyes fell on the giant Christmas tree by the door. For the first time in my life, the sight of a Christmas tree tugged at my guilt. I was still staring at its bright colored red and green ribbons when someone suddenly grabbed it, yanking it off its stand. Then two n***d sweaty bodies came crashing against the glass door.

“Anyway, the village is preparing for the holiday. So we should probably tell her before she screams at something festive again.” I tilted my head. “Holiday?” Lucian smirked. “Christmas.” I blinked. “Christmas. The thing with the dressed trees and glowing ropes.” “Yes,” Marek sighed. “And people celebrate this willingly?” I asked. Lucian nodded. “Some even enjoy it.” I stared at them like they were insane. Christmas. Snow. Lights. Wolves. This world was a disaster. But some part of me softened. Just a little. Maybe not everything here was meant to hurt me.

The first day of Christmas always carried a certain kind of magic in Melody Hart’s small town, Snow Brook Valley. The weather, children laughing a little louder, every house setting up their beautiful Christmas trees. Melody always believed Christmas was magical, it was a time when God grants every single wish you make, to mark his son's birthday. This year, she didn’t feel any of it. The spark, the butterfly in her tummy, it was all gone. She woke to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the curtains and the muffled quiet that came with fresh snowfall. Normally, she would have smiled. Normally, the sight of December decorating the world would have made her heart swell with the chi

added Yena. The dinner party in William's small office didn't last long. Since it was Christmas, Brandon and Belinda had already promised to see the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the city park. The tree was decorated with colorful lights, illuminating the entire park. This Christmas was especially meaningful, as their child was also present. Pushing a baby stroller, Brandon and Belinda circled the giant Christmas tree. “Belinda, when Gabriella grows up, I plan to take you all to celebrate Christmas abroad together.”

Creatures of the night forest, she said. Jade is tugging at his arm. He lets the blanket fall back in place not wanting to imagine the sharp claws and deadly fangs that must accompany those blood red eyes. "Daddy its Christmas! You have to give your little girl whatever she desires. It's that magical time of the year when daddy's always, always, give their little girls the best and . . ." She pauses and looks down at his bulge in his pants. "And biggest presents." He hears that shuffling sound once more just outside the sleigh. "Please, Daddy before it's too late."

On Christmas Eve, my mother sent a long gift list to our family group chat. It had everything from sports cars to diamond necklaces. I was full of anticipation, but when the gifts were finally handed out, I realized the sports car was for my brother, Luca. The rest—the diamonds, the Hermès bags—were all for Mia. Mia was our family’s adopted daughter. Her father used to work for my Papa and took a bullet for him. Because of that, the Sterling family had raised Mia as their own flesh and blood for ten years. Not a single gift was for me. When I asked my mother about it, she stated the obvious: "Julian is your fiancé. He’ll have something prepared for you." "Mia is so pitiful for losing her fat

Isobelle What a wonderful way to kick-start Christmas, with acid reflux, and a spine-crippling backache. Merry Christmas, Isobelle. Just one more week until the babies are born. Then I could kiss goodbye to the next eighteen years. No more peaceful lie-ins. Adios freedom. Au revoir relaxation. My life will belong to the pups. “Hey, did Santa steal one of my toothbrush heads or is this the Tooth Fairy's idea of sabotage?” Alex uttered, sounding as sarcastic as ever.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

Aurora December 24, 2024 Sometimes, Christmas doesn’t seem as magical as everyone claims it is, and sometimes it isn’t about twinkling lights. Sometimes… Christmas is the night when your entire world seems to collapse. Tonight, I was supposed to surprise my boyfriend. A stupid little red gift bag dangled from my fingers as I climbed the final step to my best friend Clara’s apartment. Inside were the snowflake couple bracelets I had saved up for as a Christmas present. I had planned to show them to Clara first, to scream and laugh about how Sawyer would definitely cry when he saw his.