Christmas
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All I Want For Christmas Is...Not You by jennastromberg
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Three simple words. "Want to bet?" Anna Sommers takes a bet with Wesley Stromberg, a guy she can't stand. Hasn't been able to for eighteen years. Anna has to resist Wes's charm for a whole month to win the bet, but Wes has a few tricks up his sleeves. He doesn't take no for an answer, and Anna doesn't like to give yes for an answer. Who do you think will win? Who do you think will lose? Not only will they lose the bet, but they could possibly lose a lot more. (Even though it's not Christmas, it's okay to read it, haha.)
Christmas With Elijah by phoebegardens
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Back in her first term at university, Matilda Embling opened her heart and fell in love with the wrong boy. Elijah Finsbury screwed her over and hardened by that, she has since had little to do with men. Two years down the line and Matilda is doing some charitable work in a soup kitchen to help those in need in the run up to Christmas, but she’s shocked to find Elijah is one of the homeless people she is serving. Torn between her hatred for him and her empathy, Matilda may have to consider what her values are with Christmas imminently approaching...
Learning to Love Christmas by remarkable_
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"Hey Elle," Gavin said in a low tone, wiping the counter clean. "I bet a month's worth of dirty dish duty that you can't turn Scrooge into Santa's head elf in three weeks." Noelle Winters loves Christmas. She loves catching snowflakes on her tongue on snow days, reading by the fireplace with a big cup of hot cocoa. Christmas displays in toy shops and department stores make her happy. She loves how families get together and celebrate during the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas has this jolly, comfortable, warm, cozy, feel to it that makes her want to bury herself in knitted sweaters, light Christmas scented candles and sing Christmas carols in the middle of town square. With the cheery atmosphere in Fairview, who wouldn't join in on the holiday festivities? Oliver Hastings. He hates Christmas. Loathes it. He hates how bright the lights are and how everything in town seems so whimsical and enchanted. It all makes him want to puke. He claims that celebrating the holidays are useless and a waste of his time. So what happens when Elle's boss hires Oliver to work at Gingersnaps? A nuclear explosion of candy canes and sugar plums, that's what. She knows that no one's supposed to be unhappy on Christmas. Not even the grumpy Christmas hater named Oliver. With the help of her best friend Carol, she writes a list of things to try and get Oliver in the spirit. She's determined to show him what he's missed out on so far like; "Go ice skating", "Have a snowball fight", and "Sing Christmas Carols". She has 22 days and she's up for the challenge. last tracked achievements: humor #18 [28/12/14] teen fic #69 [15/12/14]
A CHRISTMAS WISH by pheonix-on-fire
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"I want my very own castle; I want tons of servants and men throwing themselves at my feet. I want to be pampered and rich. I want my own bloody fairy tale!" Unfortunately even wishes never went smoothly for Sarah. Instead of getting her happily ever after Sarah was unceremoniously dumped into a world that was both completely alien and chock full of intrigue and peril as well. She got the castle and servants all right but she also got plenty more that wasn't listed in the programme. Now all she could do was bide her time and pray for a way out of the mess before it was too late. Iain McLaughlin swore he'd never marry an Englishwoman. Infamous as the Black Wolf of the Highlands the gruff warrior was used to having everything his own way. But circumstances had a way of changing in the blink of an eye. Even a great laird isn't immune to the dictates of fate. So now he had no choice but to ride forth and claim his prize, whether he wants it or not however is another matter entirely.