Arrowverse Christmas Novels & Stories

I loved Ric with all my heart and I always hoped that one day he would love me too. When we first kissed in the hospital bed, I thought I was delusional. I thought it had all been a dream, after all I was very drugged with so many drugs. But the second time, on the beach, I thought I was going to faint from happiness. I was so accomplished that I had already made all the plans in my head. I really wanted to marry Ric, but I didn't know if he was on the same wavelength as me. That's why I went to talk to Dr. Marcondes. I told him how much I loved his son. We talked for hours and when I told him I had taken a course in reiki and meditation to treat illness, he was very interested. We agreed to

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

Augustus’ P.O.V. Christmas was approaching us sooner than we would have liked. Instead of enjoying the holiday season we had all been on pins and needles, just waiting for the day we would face that crazy dark witch again. Ares trains every day with Andy by his side. Nova and I have been focusing on our fire training to use during battle, while she and Manny have been training on her control over her sea witch magic. We don’t want her to be overtaken again. She had delved into the darkness the week she had turned away from me. It had almost permanently stained her soul, but with the help of Andy they were able to banish that darkness.

When Chase heard the word Christmas, his fingers that were caressing her hands stopped moving as he felt a pang of hurt in his chest. Cara noticed his reaction but she was still on call so she didn’t say anything to him but just grabbed his hand in hers tightly as if telling him that she is here. “I will talk to you later” Cara said and disconnected the call. But Chase was not here anymore. His mind went back to the worst ever Christmas of his life. He was brought back by Cara’s soft angelic voice when she asked “What’s wrong Chase? Are you okay?” He lifted his eyes to look at her face and within a moment his arms were wrapped tightly around her.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

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."

He said, “Get dressed, I will send you some documents for you to sign. After this Christmas, we are down.” I nodded slightly and pushed back the disappointment growing in my mind. “Thank you.” I said calmly, “And I am sorry for dragging you into this mess. Once Christmas is over, we will all go our separate ways.” “Fine…stop explaining yourself and get dressed up, we need to go,” he said without a glare at my wet pussy. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You will know when the time comes.” He grabbed his phone and stormed out of the room.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.