Christmas Bakugou Novels & Stories

Please! ― Son I love you! Daddy will always be by your side. I will never abandon you, I promise! Take care of your mom, my Manuela Banguela! I will always love you both. You are my blessing, my love, my Christmas miracle. Manuela Banguela? My God! As if I had woken up from a nightmare, I felt my body shaking uncontrollably. Images began to pop into my mind. My father―in―law and I talking about our Christmas miracle, Ric's arrival at the airport, our childhood games and the way I was crazy about him, his touch, his mouth kissing every part of my body, our night of love, the text from his ex―girlfriend, my brother picking on me, my books, it was all coming back. Phrases in my unconscious when

she added. Sally pokes her sister in the nose and laughs, saying, "You're always out of the country." “Well, I'm still doing business outside the country,” Astrid stated once more before pouting and looking at Arkie, "Ah my nephew! Auntie has some presents for you.” “Really?!” asks the little boy joyfully “Yup! I'll give it to you after the celebration, but first, let's all go to the party hall, where everyone is already there."

“If it makes you happy, we'll have hamburgers.” Aunt Georgia winked at Nicholas. “It does.” Uncle Chris shook his head with a soft smile and then picked up his jacket. He searched his pocket for his keys, and headed out to get hamburgers for the three of them. Aunt Georgia watched him go with a smile before turning to Nicholas.”Well, want to watch some Christmas movies while we wait?” “I was actually hoping we might be able to make some Buche de Noel?” Nicholas asked hopefully. His mouth watered at the thought.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

he said into her hair near her ear. She turned to smile at him, “Merry Christmas, Brady Rogers,” she said back. Then, she leaned up on her tiptoes and found his lips, and the rest of the world--the tree, the crowd, the twinkling lights--faded away.

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.

This whole date concept was no longer an abstract idea - it was about to get extremely real. I turned the corner and the aroma of piroshkis drifted from a tiny Russian bakery, whisking me back to the cramped, bustling streets of Saint Petersburg. I remembered my grandmother's hands, dusted with flour, as she meticulously prepared the dough. The harsh winters, the warmth of our small kitchen, the stern, unyielding faces of the people - all memories of a past life I'd long since left behind. Along with the danger of my family ties. Half an hour later, I found myself outside the café, drawn by some dark magnetism to the mysterious stranger despite my nerves jingling like a keychain in a fidgety

Then he slipped his hand in through the zipper's opening and hooked his finger around the edge of my underwear. He tugged it before letting it snap back against my sensitive skin, sending a violent tremble through me that had me nearly losing my balance. The cold wind billowed in through the window, blowing directly against my naked waist. I shivered at the sensation, which also seemed to jog the last bits of rationality that I had left. "D-did you buy… that?" Blake paused before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I bought it a long time ago." He rummaged through his coat pocket for a moment before going completely still. He cursed under his breath and murmured, "It's gone."

My breast bounced in his face. He frowned a little. “You walk around without a bra? People might notice.” I chuckled. “Relax, it's dark so nobody is paying attention," I assured. “Besides, I didn't think I needed to since I was coming to see you," I added, pressing my bare boobs on his face. He smiled. “You want this." “I crave this," I corrected. “Besides, you've made me addicted." His eyes widened in shock but I didn't give him a chance to protest, even if I knew he wouldn't. My hand reached down and found his zip. Slowly, I removed it and let my hand search his pant.

Isaac said, “You bet.” “Oh, that’s right, Christmas,” Mason said suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “It’s tomorrow, isn’t it?” Christmas. The brothers had been so busy traveling and just enjoying the sights and the food that they hadn’t thought about it. “Then today is Christmas Eve,” Isaac said. “Holy shit.” “But we don’t see any signs of Christmas here,” Noah said. The other side must have just finished their own little conversation because Higa-san said, “Christmas is not a celebration in Japan, since we aren’t Christian.”