Our Christmas Sister Angel · [Chapter: 1]
A gentle tale about the rebirth of mercy, second chances, the warmth of Christmas, and the meaning of being family.
It was the kind of December that whispered softly through frosted windows —
a season not merely of celebration, but of quiet reflection and tender renewal.
And so I wondered, almost shyly: what harm could there be in beginning Christmas just a little early this year?
Perhaps, in doing so, we might rediscover something long forgotten —
the warmth that heals, the kindness that restores, and the light that always finds its way back to us.
This Christmas feels unlike any other.
For the first time, I have gathered the courage to share a story — one born of gentleness, of mercy, and of the fragile beauty that lives within second chances.
It is a tale of five friends — brothers in all but blood — bound not only by fame and song,
but by a shared ache, and by the grace that lifts them after the fall.
Our story unfolds in Novaris, a serene country resting upon the silver shores of the Vast Diamond Ocean.
This is a journey of brotherhood, healing, and faith —
wrapped not in ribbons or golden paper, but in grace, mercy, and light.
If you wish to walk beside me through this winter tale, you are most welcome.
New chapters will appear, one by one, each weekend until the year’s gentle close.
May these pages offer you warmth, solace, and perhaps — just a touch of Christmas magic.
Chapter [1]:
Novaris International Stadium - December 24th night - NOW :
“Why on earth are you this late, you silly girl?!”
Sandra’s voice cut through the chilly December air as she scolded her friend, Ana, who was rushing toward them.
Ana, catching her breath, stared wide-eyed at the endless waves of people pressing toward the giant gates.
“Oh my gosh… look at this crowd! It’s insane!”
Beside Sandra stood Ella, arms crossed and visibly irritated.
“Because of you we almost lost our spot in line, you hopeless case!” she snapped, giving Ana’s shoulder a mock punch.
Ana pouted, clasping her scarf tighter. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry! It’s freezing tonight and I couldn’t find my coat—or my umbrella. That’s why I’m late.”
“Umbrella? Seriously?” Sandra shook her head, exasperated. “There wasn’t a single mention of rain in the forecast. That’s why they dared to host the concert in an open-air stadium this huge.” She sighed, then added softly, “Besides, it hasn’t snowed here in Novaris for three long years…”
Ella’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she clasped her hands together.
“Oh, I wish it would snow tonight. Just imagine: an open stadium, Christmas lights everywhere, a live concert, and Pulse 5 on stage. Can you imagine it? It would be pure magic!” She closed her eyes, already lost in the dream.
“Then let’s get inside before you faint from excitement,” Ana laughed, her voice suddenly bubbling with anticipation.
The three friends, first year university students, joined the crowd pushing toward the main gates. They handed over their tickets, their fingers trembling not from the cold but from the rush of adrenaline.
And then—
“Woooooow…”
All three gasped at once as they stepped into the vast stadium.
“Oh my God… look at all these people!”
“Why are you so surprised?” Sandra grinned. “This is the biggest event of the year.
Pulse 5 is back on stage for the first time in year! Do you even realize how huge that is?”
“Yes, Sandra’s right,” Ella chimed in, almost defensively. “They’ve been ranked the number one group worldwide_not just in Novaris _for many years straight! Twice they’ve won the Harmonia Global Awards—the Oscars of music. And that’s not counting the dozens of other awards since their debut twelve years ago.”
Ana’s eyes widened : “That’s why people call them a “ Novaris’s National Treasure” ,
not just a boyband. Look around , there are cameras everywhere, television crews from every channel. When the news of their comeback broke, it didn’t just shake Novaris. It sent shockwaves across the world.”
Ella leaned closer, whispering as if confessing a secret. “Did you see Instagram? TikTok? Reels of the airports? Tourists have flooded Novaris just for Christmas this year—and for this concert.”
Sandra beamed. “And somehow we managed to get tickets.”
“I can’t believe I’ll actually see Tavin in person,” Ella murmured dreamily. “He’s still the most handsome man alive, isn’t he?”
“I miss Rein’s voice,” Ana said softly.
“The truth is,” Sandra admitted, “I miss all of them. Milo. Sorin. Cian. Tavin. Rein. Every single one of them.” Her eyes softened. “Especially Milo , their leader. God, I can’t wait for him to walk on stage.”
The three burst out laughing when Ana suddenly peeled off the very coat that had delayed her earlier. She was flushed with warmth now. Despite the December chill of Christmas week, the sheer mass of eighty thousand people crammed into an open stadium made it feel like July.
But then Ana paused, her eyes narrowing.
“Wait a second… Who’s that girl?”
Ella and Sandra turned. Ana pointed to the massive banners draped over the stadium walls and the glossy print on their tickets. A girl’s face staredback at them: dark hair cascading, eyes luminous, lips tinged with mystery.
“I don’t know,” Sandra admitted. “Nobody does. Everyone’s been asking since they released the tickets. Who is she? Why is her face everywhere?”
“She looks like a model,” Ella mused. “A new face maybe? She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? Look at her eyes… her smile… She’s stunning.”
“Yes, but why her?” Ana frowned. “Why put a girl’s picture on their concert tickets? On their banners? Isn’t it strange? A boyband with a girl as their poster?”
Before they could debate further, a tidal wave of screams erupted all around them. Fans shrieked, banners waved, camera flashes exploded like fireworks. The lights of the colossal stage flared to life, drowning the stadium in electric gold.
And then—
Five shadows appeared against the brilliance.
Pulse 5..
was here.
…………. To be continued in “ chapter :2 ” tomorrow.
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