Black Sabbath Christmas Jumper Novels & Stories

Sable By the next afternoon, the clubhouse looked like Christmas had collided headfirst with a biker bar. Boxes of decorations had been dragged down from storage—some old and mismatched, some surprisingly tasteful, some looking like they had survived three wars and at least one bar fight. Tinsel hung from rafters beside lengths of chain. White lights were being wound around support beams. Somebody had jammed a Santa hat over the mounted longhorn skull above the fireplace, and no one seemed inclined to remove it.

He knew about every single event happening in this city. Tomasso nodded happily, giving Xander a look. "You must be going with the typical black tuxedo, with no glamour whatsoever. Except, of course, like, you are Xander King. Anything you wear is glamorous." Then he turned to me. "So I guess I get the honour of decorating this goddess." Decorating? Do I look like a Christmas tree?1 "The theme is black and golden, isn't it?" he asked Xander. He looked over at me. That boy had no idea.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

I watched it from across the room. Marcus looked up and found me watching. He held my gaze for one moment, warm and direct and entirely his, and then returned to the conversation. I went to find Ethan. Ethan was in the outfit Abel had bought. I had seen the outfit when it arrived, Abel had presented it with the confidence of someone who had made an excellent decision and was not interested in feedback. It was a small Christmas jumper in deep red with what appeared to be a reindeer on the front and the words FIRST CHRISTMAS across the bottom in gold lettering, which was exactly the kind of thing that Sophia would have described as unnecessary and which was entirely, completely correct for thi

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

“What product?” “This,” she flashed two sweatshirts in our faces. “Our couple jumpers. It comes with matching extra tshirt and joggers. There are also matching beanies included for an extra couple of pounds if you want them. So what do you say? Are you guys on a vacation? Are you newly weds on your honeymoon?” “What?” Britney immediately completely freed herself from my grip, exchanging quick glances with me. “We’re not newlyweds but we are-“

Kita left the room to wash up, feeling emotionally and physically refreshed. She changed into a soft, snug-fitting, crush-velvel material one-piece spandex jumper. The left side was gold, and the right was black drawstring string at the waist. Kita brushed her hair, wrapped a gold and black headband band around it, and kept it off her face. The jumper was so cute, and Kita liked how it showed off her shapely body so perfectly.

Jordan Hall stood beneath the blinding studio lights, looking every bit the polished NFL superstar they wanted him to be. If perfection had a physical form, his publicists liked to say, Jordan was dangerously close to it. He looked like an Adonis—handsome in that soft, all‑American, golden-boy way that made endorsement companies drool over him. His usually dark blond hair had been dyed a warm chestnut for the holiday campaign, and the rich color made his hazel eyes appear warmer, deeper, almost honey-like when the light hit them just right. Clean‑shaven for the first time in months, his jawline looked sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, giving him a younger, more boyish char

Piper The metallic tang of blood lingers in the air, thick and suffocating. My hands tremble as I clutch the fabric of Elijah's shirt like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My chest rises and falls erratically, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I don’t know which was more terrifying: watching Elijah’s massive black wolf emerge from him in a grotesque, violent transformation or the way that same wolf shredded my ex like a piece of paper, tearing him apart with a ferocity that will haunt my dreams and Christmas forever.

Once everyone had one, including Olivia and Knox who looked really confused, did she clap her hands. "Okay open." All at once everyone ripped into their present, wrapping paper flying. Once I had mine open I looked inside and shook my head. Beside me Knox pulled his out just as I did. Holding it out in front of me I saw the ugliest sweater. It was black, green, and red with snowflakes and little christmas trees all over it. Putting it down I pulled out the red and black plaid PJ bottoms. I looked over at Knox and Olivia. Olivia was grinning widely and I could see her eyes were a little glassy. Knox just stared at his like he was unsure what it was for. Mom must have seen their faces for she