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AMARACHI's POV. You look bored. Lunch break would begin anytime soon. Let me tell you more about myself." "Oh, that would be nice." "My name is Christabel Edwards. You already know that. I'm 16. I love talking a lot if you haven't noticed." Oh, I have noticed dear. I smiled at her, encouraging her to go on. "I really want to be a model, a popular one. I have a crush on Jeffrey. He's so gorgeous." She said dreamily, blushing.

she answered. “Why would you have to work on Christmas day?“ He asked. “Because it's urgent and if I don't go on this journey, I would lose important information on the story I am working on,“ she explained. “What is this story that you are working on?“ "Is this an interrogatory dinner?“ She asked him, slamming her fork down by her plate. “Calm down everyone," Calvin interjected. 'It's Christmas Eve and we are supposed to be enjoying this meal as a family,” he muttered.

"Well, get ready for a crash course then." "Christmas is a special time of the year," she explained, her voice filled with warmth. "It's a time when people come together to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. It's a time of love, joy, and giving. We exchange gifts, spend time with loved ones, and spread kindness to others."

"I do have a lot to do today in the kitchen, so I guess I'll get to it." I watched him exit the game room, before I turned to face Hayley. "So..." I leaned closer to her. "Since you have forgiven me, I guess we can talk about you, right?" "Me?" She looked up at me through her pretty lashes. "But I want you to continue the story." "Oh, we will. And what's so special about this story?" "It says everything about what happens during Christmas." "Ah..." I nodded. "You're very excited about Christmas this year?"

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

She wanted to turn back, but he stubbornly pulled her back to focus. Wow... Just wow, what a perfect Christmas night. "Are you okay?" Vince asked worriedly, finally joining me back. My shaking fingers skidded across my face before I gave a little pout, no tears coming out, maybe not yet. "It seems this really hurts you more than I thought. I reckon there's no need to show you the next one, because you might completely break down." I looked up at him through my lashes; his tone wasn't loud enough, like he didn't even want me to hear that. I smiled weakly at him. "I have started the story; won't it be fair enough to show me how it would end, Mr. Vince?" My tone came out cold and distant; it wa

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

The night before Christmas, my husband makes it official with his 49th mistress. "Love of my life, @TiffanyVale." "Love of my life, @RomanBlackwell." Then he turns to me and tries to smooth it over. "She lost a dare. Don't take it to heart." Everyone laughs at me, but I don't make a scene. What they don't know is that I have a deal with the System. Every time Roman cheats, a year of his life transfers to me. By now, his 80 years are down to just one. All I have to do is make it past New Year's, and he drops dead of natural causes. Then I can take our three children and inherit the Blackwell family's trillion-dollar fortune.