Christian Christmas Books For Adults Novels & Stories

“He's good at everything.” “You're so gone for him.” “Completely.” Emma approached Christian-Santa last, whispering something in his ear that made his eyes glisten with emotion. He hugged her gently before giving her the gift. I definitely wasn't crying again. After the children's Santa visit, adults gathered for Secret Santa. Each gift was opened with genuine appreciation and ceremony. Elise received her knife from Christian and actually cried, publicly thanking her Alpha. I opened Elder Thomas's gift—a handmade leather journal with my Luna symbol embossed on the cover.

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

“I won’t.” Nyra smirked. “Liar.” Noelle sighed like an exhausted adult. “Grown-ups are weird.” Then she skipped inside. The moment the doors closed, the air shifted. “This is neutral ground,” Sebastian said quietly. “Whatever game you’re playing—” “I’m playing Christmas,” Nyra interrupted. “Try it sometime. You look like you’d benefit from joy.” “I don’t trust you.” “Good,” she said. “I’d be offended if you did.”

“Right here on the rug. Santa wants to unwrap his present properly.” I sank down onto the plush fur, the heat from the dying fire licking across my skin. He knelt between my thighs, his eyes hidden behind the hood of his coat, raking over every inch of me like he was memorizing. “Look at this body,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Tits flushed and marked, nipples hard as fucking diamonds, pussy swollen and dripping with two loads already.” “This is prettiest Christmas gift I’ve ever seen.” He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my breasts, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet line down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my clit.

he murmured, reaching forward to press a soft kiss against my skin. I blushed, and he smiled, swirling his fingers once more across my skin. “So, what's your plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You must have some family who you need to contact or something, right?” Christian sighed and shook his head. “Nah,” he said, nonchalantly, as though there were no feelings about it either way. “Christmas hasn't been a big thing to me in a while. Usually, I just work my way through a bottle of good wine and maybe a couple of movies, things that I don't have time to do at other times of the year. And normally, if I get lonely-” He cut himself off, and I raised an eyebrow at him, guessing what he'd been about

We had breakfast and the sexual tension on the table could be cut with a knife. After breakfast, the two priests guide me outside the dining hall to the chapel compound where they show me around until we get to a separate building which they told me is the library for just them both. Immediately we go in, they show me paintings of popes and some older priests that have worked in the chapel and died. Then they show me books and even read some parts out to me. While father Michael was reading a particular one, I couldn’t help but feel like that book had nothing holy in it from the way it spoke about kisses to breasts to being fruitful and multiplying on the face of the earth through sex.

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

Fourth year. Now the fifth. The last one. Still not me. By then, I'd basically turned into Nowevik's favorite gossip story. Fine. Whatever. I didn't want to be a Fabian anymore anyway. [Bernard, come get me early. The Christmas Eve dinner in Nowevik... yeah, I never got used to them.]

He kisses me then, proper and deep, and when he starts to move again it is slower, almost reverent, until the reverence fractures and he is fucking me hard enough that the books on the lower shelves rattle. Afterward, while he is in the small washroom, I notice the locked drawer in his desk is not fully closed. Curiosity, stupid and sharp, makes me pull it open. Inside are old photographs. My older sister, smiling, younger than I ever knew her. Letters in her handwriting. A single faded ultrasound image. And a short note in Marcus’s precise script: ,”I should have left the Church for her. I did not.I will not make the same mistake twice.”

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”