Billy Lenz Black Christmas Novels & Stories

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

"You were too lenient on them. They got off easy. "And those students? Not a single one of them has a conscience. Why would you still want me to fund their scholarships? I could kill them for what they did to you." I wrapped my arm around his. "There are definitely some ungrateful people among them, but we can't judge everyone the same way. Some of them really are struggling. They're depending on that money just to get by. "I already have more than enough because of you and Mom. At least give those who haven't completely lost themselves a chance to change."

“Wow!” “There's far more later.” “There better be,” she teases before we laugh. I'm so proud that she's mine. “Merry Christmas, my love.” Misha winks, “Merry Christmas, and we will have an extremely good night.” The End —-Author’s Note—- Even if love is fated, we still must strive to accept each other and ourselves. May your holidays be filled with love, not just for others but for yourself, too. Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

The heavy oak doors of the North Gallery were pulled back wide, revealing a grand hall that looked like something straight out of a terrifying fairytale. Hundreds of towering wax candles flickered inside massive iron chandeliers, casting a warm, golden glow over deep red velvet banners and long tables laden with roasted meats, silver goblets, and crystal decanters of dark wine. The air was thick with the rich scents of roasting spices, heavy perfumes, and the sharp, underlying musk of dozens of high-ranking shifter wolves gathered in one room.

I said, even if the thought made my jaw tight for reasons I refused to examine. "I hope so. Anyway, we're coming up on the 18th. I'm bringing Jason, maybe. And Melissa might come for a few days. Is that cool?" "More than cool. I'll make sure the house is ready." "You're the best, Dad. Oh, and fair warning, Maya's been super nervous about this trip. She doesn't have any family, really. Her dad left when she was a kid. So Christmas is always hard for her." Her dad left. The information landed in my chest like a weight.

Austin snapped " I smell the witch,,," Serafino whispered Austin also smelt the air,, " Lenora?? What is she doing here??" Austin asked Serafino left his mind and got his body back before running off tracing the smell " Stop!!! Don't hurt her!!!" Austin ran after him. * * Lenora continue walking,, she heard some strange voice from her room and decided to check out of the mansion,, just then she saw a black creature running toward her. " It's,,, a wolf!!" She screamed out.

I can feel our hearts beating at the same pace. “Fuck, I fucking love you, Lillian.” “I fucking love you too, Lucas.” “What is wrong with this picture?” Dean asks, standing in the doorway, his eyes surveying the room. I’ve spent all day making sure this room is absolutely perfect and I definitely think I’ve succeeded. Christmas is my favourite time of year and hosting Christmas dinner here has been a dream come true. So, what could be possibly wrong? The dining room is exquisite, editorial magazines would take pictures and publish them for the world to see.

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

" His voice cracked. Lena was horrified by the terror in the young omegas voice, Darius must truly be a monster, her father always treated every member of his pack with respect and care, they were all important to him. "You need to tell me billy, what's going on, why am I locked in this room?" Billy's eyes seemed to glaze over, as if he was in a trance "You are not the first" he answered in a whispered mechanical voice. Lena froze "The first what?"

I smile to him and everyone claps hard. William approaches me and Jayden and rubs the back of his neck, “My speech sucked, right?” “Not at all.” Jayden taps his back. “It was amazing. Thank you.” I say. William smiles to me and widens his eyes when he spots someone behind us. I turn and see the Black Tiger getting off his car.