Alle Kapitel von Christmas In Hell: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Damon“Mother, care to explain?”Alexis smiles, “Oh, you both will give me many grandchildren as you've both seen.”Misha shrugs, “I like kids, but not yet.”“What will be, will be, dear girl,” my mother says.“Why didn't you have more?” Misha asks my uncle.“Because my wife was killed and I have yet to find another,” he replies.“Oh, I'm sorry,” she said as she lowered her head.“You're processing and curious it's only natural to ask questions as you weren't born here. There is a balance. If I had a child, so did my brother. But it looks like something happened to allow Ana to be born. I know I don't have a love child out there anywhere as Demi was always the rule-breaker,” he explains.“She was worth it!” my father exclaims.“You bet she was,” my mother purrs.“What does me having all those kids mean?” Misha asks.“That there's going to be a counterbalance. I'll have grandchildren. It means a future for this family, Misha,” my uncle answered. I really wish Justin was more like my u

DamonI broke our kiss and took her hands as I fell to my knees. “Misha, you are the light that will forever guide me home because my home is with you. With you by my side I see the future, one l'd never thought I'd see. You are my life. Will you do me an honor and become my wife? Misha Knight, will you marry me?”I turn over my left hand, as I don't dare to let go of her left hand that currently rests in my right hand. In my palm is a ring gleaming bright with the possibilities of what's to come. I hear my mother gasp. But my only focus is Misha She's silent and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. I really hope that I didn't mess this up.“What?” Misha asks.“Will you marry me?”“I don't know what…” she starts to say before Ana interrupts her.Ana stares at her friend, “For once don't think! What do you feel?”Misha just looks at me. She touches my face. God, this feels so good, I lean into her touch. “Yes.”“Yes?”“Yes!” she screams as I put the ring on her finger and pull her

DamonI am still kissing my soon-to-be wife like I would die without her. We are oblivious as to what goes on around us.“Wow!” my mother exclaims.Ana asks, “Is this normal?”“No, but it's beautiful,” Derek says.We finally pull away and just stare into each other’s eyes. Ana says, “Umm guys you need to see this.” We turn to look at them. Everything is brimming with life or glowing. Doves are flying overhead. Butterflies are dancing around us. Flowers are blooming all over. But the most striking is a shimmering pool that surrounds Misha and me as we stand on its glimmering surface.“Holy shit!” Misha exclaims. She blushes as she cussed. She is so damn adorable. “How?”I cup her face. “You. All of this is your soul Misha and how it reacts to mine.” I hold out my other hand and a dove lands on it. I move it close to her face. “This is us. This is the life we just created.”She pets it and it coos but then it turns into a Phoenix. “Umm.” I smile as the Phoenix takes off and leaves strea

Damon The other Fates learned of what happened to their sister; thankfully, they weren't upset at us for ending their sibling. Turns out that they always hated violence and killing, while Atropos relished it. The hall is decorated with all of Misha’s favorite flowers. I tried to arrange as much as I could because I am the reason it needed to happen on Christmas. I want the destiny that my mother saw, and for that to happen, Misha and I need to be married today. I stand at the altar more nervous than I have ever been. Today, my Misha becomes mine and me hers. Our eternity starts now! As I stand facing the altar in the grand hall, awaiting my bride, I relive every moment that I have spent with Misha. My parents and Justin are beside me as the music starts and the doors open. "Family Portrait" by Pink starts to play. I look at my mother, who is wearing a black lace sequined dress that Misha picked out for her. She is already starting to cry, but my father looks like he wants to take he

I tense, my breath hitching. “Damon—”“Shh,” he soothes, his thumb pressing gently against my tight ring of muscle. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet.” His other hand slides up my spine, his touch firm, grounding. “But you are going to take my cock here, Misha. Tonight. And you’re going to beg for it.”A whimper escapes me, half protest, half please. I’ve never—never—let anyone touch me there, let alone fuck me there. The idea should terrify me. Instead, my pussy clenches, empty and aching, my clit throbbing with fresh need. “I don’t know if I can—”“You can,” he interrupts, his voice leaving no room for argument. His thumb presses harder, the tip breaching my entrance just enough to make me gasp. “And you will. Because you’re mine, Misha. Every. Fucking. Inch of you.” His free hand slides around my hip, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in slow, maddening circles. “And I love watching you squirm.”Pleasure coils tight in my belly, my hips rocking back into his touch despi