Christmas Heat Miser Novels & Stories

Two years have passed, and Kit never saw Anderson again. From time to time, he would think how he is. But then he would realize that there's no point in remembering something that would only bring you disappointment. Kit Solomon's life as a closet gay or a gay that couldn't admit his true self is more complicated than anyone could ever imagine. He was born in a Christian family whose very religious and traditional. His father despises the third sex and believes that they are the embodiment of the word abomination.

I could see people decorating their houses with Christmas trees and lights already. It dawned on me that Christmas was fast approaching, hardly two weeks from now. And it was surprising to note that a house as big as the Dalton mansion had no setup yet for the festive season. "Isn't the house going to start decorating soon for Christmas?" I asked Arthur, who had hardly said a word throughout the journey. I didn't mean to, but my question seemed to have triggered something and left him angry. His brows frowned and his jaw clenched immediately, making me wonder as to what I could’ve said wrong. "I hate Christmas." He said, unapologetically.

I want to eat cookies with him, but if he doesn’t bring gifts, he won’t come through the chimney. “And what are your names?” “Jeremy.” “Aisha.” “What wonderful names,” Santa says with a smile. “So, what would you like for Christmas?” “Oh, I’d like some candy. My big brother James ate my Halloween stash,” Aisha says, swinging her legs. “Your brother sounds mean.” “No, he’s not mean. He just really loves candy. He made up for it by buying me some, but I want more.” “Well, all right.” The man with the beard taps Aisha’s nose. “That can be arranged.” Then he turns to me. “And you? What would you like to see under the tree, Jeremy?”

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

They are both weirdos. I walked near the gate and pressed the doorbell twice. I waited a minute here outside before a maid wearing it's uniform is coming on my way. “What can I do to you, Miss?” she asked nicely. “Ahm, is Lysias there inside?” “Why are you looking for her? May I know who am I talking with?” “I'm Christmas. She told me that I can come so that I am here,” I replied. “Christmas? Yea, I know you. She told me to assist you if you came,” she said, “Please, come in and I will lead you to her.” She opened the gate and I stepped inside.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄✨✨✨✨ ‎Nora’s POV ‎Mikhail’s Family Mansion – Christmas Eve, December 25. ‎The snow falls in fat, lazy flakes outside the massive windows of Mikhail’s family mansion, turning the rolling hills into a winter wonderland straight out of a postcard. Inside, it’s a whirlwind of warmth and chaos—the kind that makes you forget about the cold world outside. The grand foyer is decked out with a towering tree loaded with twinkling lights and ornaments that look like they belong in a museum, and the air smells like pine, cinnamon, and roasting turkey. I stir the mulled wine on the stove, watching the spices swirl in the deep red liquid, feeling a little out of place but mostly content. This is

he teased, winking playfully. Heat crept up my neck. I nodded shyly, knowing he was only half-joking. His pasta was barely touched, so I took a tentative spoonful. As I ate, I noticed the she-wolves sitting across from us throwing icy glares my way. Their resentment practically radiated off them.

Yours, Wyatt’. Hah, the motherfucker thought I’d be a good little Luna now he’d been inside of me. He was in for a shock. I did, however, put on the dressing gown. Back when Mason had been Alpha the heating was never on in winter to save money (nor air conditioning in summer). Winters involved heavy layering and moving as much as possible to generate heat for fear of frostbite. But ever since Wyatt had arrived the heating head been on full blast every day turning the Alpha Mansion into a comfortably warm retreat on icy winter days. Now I could wear comfortable sleep and loungewear without freezing my ass off I was not giving it up, not even to make a point. The silky fabric caressed my skin

She wore a turtleneck cotton shirt tucked in skinny pants and black boots, she's also wearing a trench coat in the same color to complete her look. Although some people she passed by gave her a disapproving look for lacking the Christmas vibes, that's already their problem. Misha has no problem being the only grinch on Christmas. Because when did she celebrate Christmas? For her, it's just another holiday where the air is cold and people needed warmth. Misha doesn't need warmth, she's okay with her ice-cold heart. She passed by her favorite coffee shop and ordered the biggest cup they have and she then hailed a cab for her next location.