Capital Lights Favorite Christmas Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This is the story of CAPO’s Obsession who finally get the love in his twisted ways. —

“This is your gig. You read it.” “All right. It says, ‘My Darling Daughters: I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there with you for Christmas, but it is beyond my control. Know that I love you and am thinking of you, and wishing I was there. I’ve put together a few items for you as my Christmas present. First is one videotape for you to share. I put it in Pammy’s package. It shows you where I live here, my barracks, that sort of thing. Then there’s a different videotape in each of your packs. On each one, I am reading one of your favorite stories. So now I can read to you any time you want.’”

—she produces a plate from behind her back—“Cirocco said this was your favorite.” A thick slice of gingery cake oozes toffee filling onto the dish. One whiskey-soaked cherry sits beside it, still smeared with frosting that promises she stole it off another slice to ensure I had one. “I can’t believe they made it.” I reach for the plate slowly. “He’s right, but this is only supposed to be for the turn of the new year.” She shrugs and sits on the opposite side of the windowsill from me. “Kaloni said this was the beginning of a whole new period for Lightning Cape, so it only made sense.”

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

“Don’t be sorry, hon. You guys can kiss all you want, just so long as I don’t see either of you naked, it’s all good.” “Promise,” I said. “I’m going to get drinks, then we have to watch A Christmas Story.” “What’s that?” Kayla asked. “You’ve never seen A Christmas Story?” I asked in horror. “It’s like a tradition.” “We didn’t have a lot of those, baby,” Alex revealed. “Well, then we’re starting one tonight. Lily’s a little too young, but we’re not, so we’re going to watch the magic of one of the best Christmas movies of all time.”

Alpha for Christmas Livia's POV “Is this the place?” He asked warmly while curbing the car to a corner. “Yes, it is.” I exhaled heavily in relief. The ride was smooth and quiet, and stealing a look at the environment from the car, the place had changed a lot. I was thinking my parents would never renovate the family duplex but they did a good job in it - who knew if it was because it was Christmas and I would be coming over with a guest?

The relatives around started whispering, pointing at me. “So, that’s Kevin’s ex-wife? She looks decent. Why is she so shameless?” “I heard she delivers food. She’s probably broke and trying to freeload a meal.” “Such bad luck. She just ruined the holidays.” I actually found it a little amusing. Without rushing, I unbuttoned my coat and took out a thick stack of documents, slamming them onto the table one by one.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

"You're really beautiful,'' He said. Amelia finally looked up, he smiled at her but she didn't return the smile. She dropped her head back down and continued eating. "Didn't you hear what I said, I just said that you are beautiful". He said, his anger rising. Who the hell did she think she is, snubbing him. Does she know how many girls are dying just to have him say a simple "hello" to them? "I heard you, thanks.'' She said rather absently. "Well, I'm the captain of the school's football team in case you didn't know.'' he said proudly. Amelia remained silent like she didn't hear a word he said.

I thought I was beginning to understand what my mom was always saying about it being better to give than receive. “Cadence! Your pajamas are upstairs in your room,” my mom said, as if she’d just realized what my sister was wearing. “Oh, that’s okay,” Cadence protested. Perhaps she didn’t want to wear her Christmas jammies in front of her coworker. “Now, come on Cadence. You know the rules. Christmas jammies for presents!” my mom insisted, and I thought back to that movie, A Christmas Story, where Ralphie has to put on those rabbit pajamas. I knew Cadence’s were the same as mine, though, red and green with reindeer heads. They weren’t so bad.