A Christmas Karen Reviews の小説・ストーリー

We hurried out and went to join Karen's group. We got to the venue, and Karen jumped on me and kissed me fiercely. She was so excited, and I wondered where the excitement was coming from. "You should have seen you girl, men, she took out six wolves. The crazy part was when she killed four that were hiding with her eyes closed. Men this girl reminds me of the legends about the Hunters." Danjuma said with so much admiration for Karen, and I realised that there was no hex. "Where is he?" I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon.

Sparkle laughed at the logic. “Okay, you’re right. Still… Heard of DVDs? N*****x?” “You’re just going to keep talking, aren’t you? There’s no way escaping that? Like you going away?” “No such luck...” She settled into her chair as if getting comfy for a long visit. Kaleb shook his head and shifted his gaze back to the fire as if that little discouragement would send her on her way. “But back to movies,” Sparkle continued, leaning toward him over the arm of her chair. “This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.”

The words stabbed softly, slowly and deeply. I forced a smile. “Maybe she’s right,” I thought bitterly. “Maybe that’s why Ryan cheated…” But then I reminded myself... I had someone else now. Someone who wanted to spend Christmas with me. Thinking of Lucien made the sting fade a little. Dinner dragged on but I stayed busy. Carol’s phone froze at one point and she handed it to me. “Elena tried fixing it,” she said, “but it got worse.” Elena stiffened on the couch.

Even when the reception began, Mrs Kord tried his line severally but got no response. Karen was seating alone on the glittering stand and was now wearing a red slit gown that enhanced her features. Her golden brown hair danced behind her back and her white skin screamed elegance. As people dropped their gifts, they hissed at her. Some muttered curses at her for deceitfully forcing her way into the Kord family but Karen could care less.

“Give me that. Don’t you have some coffee to drink or something?” “This is much better.” I winked as I handed her the plastic cup. “I can’t believe you have to spend Christmas here,” Jason said with a frown. “That sucks.” In a millisecond, I started gathering words of encouragement for Raven. I’ll be here. We’ll watch Christmas movies and play games. Karen will be coming to visit. She didn’t need any of that, though. “It’s fine,” she answered. “It still feels like Christmas. It doesn’t matter that there’s no tree or caroling or whatever.”

Kelly’s POV I stared at the blank notebook page, the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree across the room like they were mocking my secrets. It was Christmas Eve, and instead of baking cookies or wrapping gifts, I was spilling my guts, every filthy fantasy I'd buried since puberty. My pen scratched furiously: Handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded, while he teases me with ice cubes. Hot wax dripping on my thighs, his mouth soothing the burn. Deepthroating him until tears stream down my face, gagging but begging for more. Bent over, his cock slamming into my ass, raw and unrelenting. And a dozen more, each one dirtier than the last.

Fierce, loud--- and willing to burn the whole place down if it meant protecting her staff. I liked that about her. “Ugh, I hate people,” Karen groaned as she slid onto a stool at the counter, dramatically dropping her head onto the surface, making her black and green hair cover most of her goth makeup. “Like, is it the rule that customers must be insufferable?”

Karen’s smile widened—sweet, practiced, but her gaze swept over me like a knife searching for a weakness. I lowered my eyes and slid into the chair Narvia indicated, forcing my hands still when they wanted to tremble. The clatter of cutlery resumed, though the undercurrent in the air was thicker now. Kristen’s gaze burned against the side of my face. I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. Karen broke the silence first, her voice light and melodic. “You have such a beautiful packhouse, Alpha Kristen. Damon and I were just saying how much we admire the way you run things here. Very… disciplined.”

Akshara stopped Karen from closing the door, “Sorry Karen… for hurting you…I …just…” “Don’t bother it, I don’t feel any pain, Axe. It's fine for me if I was hurt by you” Karen replied with a smile and closed the door for her biding her good night. Karen after leaving Akshara in her room rushed in the direction where the howling sound came from. While Akshara was partly scared of howling and threw herself on the bed and talked to herself, “This Karen is really something. He is a good boy full of flirts. He is cute with amber eyes but I am not falling for him. He is a good friend of mine. What a weird night!”

Laila froze. Her eyes went wide, shoulders tensing as if someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed. For a split second, the room felt too small, the air too tight. "What?" she asked, voice sharp with disbelief. Mariah shrugged from her spot on the bed, propped against a pile of pillows like she had all the time in the world. Her expression was far too amused for Laila's liking. "I'm just saying," she drawled. "You're stressed about Christmas Eve, you're stressed about being alone with Jordan, and every time that wannabe Barbie comes up, you look like you're two seconds from committing a felony."