Ben 10 Christmas Novels & Stories

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

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.

“I think you should sit this one out. You too have been through a lot in the past one month.” “Use this time to rest also,” he said to me and I nodded slowly. “Thank you,” I whispered. “It’s only five days to Christmas. Daddy said he’s going to withdraw his words with NAFDAC, What’s going to happen with the christmas sales” I asked. He sighed deeply as he took a step backwards and sat on his bed. I equally sat on the chair in front of him. “Anu said orders are not coming in like we expected, but productions are on going regardless, a lot of people might pull up to the sales on the 25th,” he explained and I nodded.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

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.

"Ms. Reynolds, you look like you could use a strong coffee after that board meeting." Benjamin's voice pulled me from my thoughts as I pushed through the revolving doors of the luxury apartment building. Snow dusted my coat, and the chill clung to my skin despite the lobby's warmth. It was Christmas Eve afternoon, and the place buzzed with residents hauling last-minute gifts, but I felt the weight of the empty holiday ahead. I glanced up at him, my doorman for the past year. At twenty-eight, Benjamin had this quiet confidence, broad shoulders filling out his uniform, hazel eyes that crinkled when he smiled.

Now, on Christmas Eve, he was alone in the cold, surrounded by strangers who were celebrating with their families. He wanted that too. A family. To call his own. As he stood there, shivering in the cold, Andrew made a wish. He wished for a family, one that would love him and accept him for who he was. And then, something strange happened. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and a warm light began to glow around him. Suddenly, he found himself in a different place, a place where Christmas was in full swing. There were carolers singing in the streets, and people were laughing and smiling as they carried packages home.

No big surprise. "Huh. There's actually a pretty big section. You need a book on spells for gardening? Or how about one titled Weather Magicks? There's even one for love charms and a volume on breaking hexes. Nothing about magical Christmas decorations so far." "Try looking under 'Holiday'," she suggested. "This has something to do with your family, remember." "Good thinking." He moved again and Shelby went back to searching the desk.