Christmas Fan Novels & Stories

“And before you go filling your head up with all mambo pambo stuff, I’m more than happy being the manager, it’s good for me, Immi so don’t go feeling all guilty and shit on me. Okay?” I merely nod, I still feel guilty. Whilst he will be working his butt off, I will be spending Christmas Eve with the love of my life all snuggled up and with Kitten at the Lake house with a fire on, Hallmark movies, some corny Christmas movies like The Kranks, it’s one of my favorites, oh and Santa Claus. I just adore that movie.

The air in the house was electric. For the first time in over five years, the house seemed full and happy. Olivia and the kids decorated a tree in the corner, and she even started to use a bit of fey magic to decorate the house. Liam and I strung lights inside and outside of the house for Christmas at the behest of Olivia. She said that we have been lacking on our excitement for Christmas and was determined to change that. Xander and Zain were ecstatic to be a part of it.

I was happy that Damien was here too. I looked at my phone and decided that it was time for me to watch Christmas movies. I always watch the 24 hour marathon of the movie "The Christmas Story." It was my favorite. Wasn't nothing gone keep me off my couch with a bowl of popcorn. I could watch it all day and night. I never got tired of it.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

It was a Christmas of firsts for both Felix and Cassie. For Felix, this was the first time that his house had ever been decorated for Christmas. In the past, he had put up a plastic miniature tree if he remembered and while Hazel had still been alive, she had put up a menorah for the December festivities. Now, the decorations started right from the gates to the mansion, with the pathway leading to the house lined with colorful reindeer figurines, giant candy canes and plastic snowmen. The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space.

He scowled at me but there was no real bite in it. "Which one do you want?" It took a split second for me to realize he was going to let me choose something. My grin widened as I eagerly looked around at my options. I knew I was acting like a child but that's what this festival did to you. It brought out your inner child and what was more of a perfect time for that than Christmas. And add on to the fact Knox was being very sweet by winning me something. "I'll take Rudolph." I pointed to the kinda smaller reindeer hanging by himself. The older man working the booth handed him over with a kind smile as I held two stuffed animals in my arms.

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 learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

I Made A Deal With The Devil . Chapter 54: adjusting to the pattern . Akio loves Christmas. It’s his favorite time of the year. It always has been. He loves the colorful lights strung up on houses and trees. He loves the festive and bright decor: poinsettias, holly, and wreaths adorned with pinecones and big, red bows; Christmas trees dressed up with candy canes, glistening ornaments, and shiny ribbons; fireplace mantels garnished with stockings, majestic garlands, and a plate of cookies for Santa, of course.