Christmas Heat Miser Novels & Stories

"It's a text from Kari. She says, 'Merry Christmas to my two favorite people in the world. It's not the same down here without you guys, and yet my heart is full. There is no snow and it's barely cold, but I wanted you to know that I was thinking about you this morning. I'll call later today. I love you both, with all my heart’." "I miss her." His mother sat down on the couch and glanced down at her hands. "But, not as much as you do." "Well, she's a hoodlum, a traitor. She decided to go to Texas and spend the holiday shoveling cowshit-" "Marc Martin." "Or turds, whatever." He sat down on his mother's favorite chair. "But... the good child is here. See?"

He laughed, thrust lazily once more. “Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to fill this pussy every Christmas.” She kissed him again, tasting fake snow and cum. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

Third POV Three years later. It was Christmas Eve, and the mansion was alive. The scent of cinnamon, roasted turkey, fresh bread, and pine needles danced in the air. Lights twinkled from every corner of the villa, and the large fir tree in the center of the living room was buried beneath glittering ornaments, plushy figurines, and wrapping papers messily tucked under its boughs. Miss Maria stood in the kitchen doorway with her arms crossed, surveying the house she had helped turn into a home. “This year better not end in a fire,” she muttered under her breath.

Are you kidding me? She whines in response, which, honestly, just pisses me off more. What am I supposed to do with that? ‘Stupid wolf,’ I mutter, rolling onto my side and clutching the pillow like it’s a life raft. This is officially the shittiest Christmas ever. Forget snowflakes and holiday cheer; all I’ve got is heartache and a wolf who seems to be on Team Lucas. Great. Just great. …… Mia

CHAPTER 4 Himiko 18:30 Hours It had already been a long, tedious shift. So far, the only excitement was with the vagrant and urine, Maxine's paranoia, and Keegs’ drunkenness. Since they were both settled, we were back to boredom, at least for now. The deep November chill had set in. The window defogger had become our only heat source because the RMP vents didn’t work. Though we hadn't reached Thanksgiving, the Christmas season was showing. So much of the town already bore the lights and cheer that it brought. Though Christmas was my favorite time of year, it was coming way too soon.

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.

As for Brett, he scerned to have disappeared completely for the time being. The heat of Christmas Day was a totally new experience for Kerrien. It was strange to have summery things for presents and instead of snow and cold for the children’s stories and television programmes, there were barbecues and beach parties. It was too hot for the traditional Christmas dinner but they did have turkey for the evening meal. Once the children were in bed, the adults sat out on the veranda, enjoying brandies with their coffee, a rare treat in honour of the occasion.

Chapter 3 Chapter Three: The Heat Between Us Eva’s POV The fire had long since burned down. But the heat remained. Not from the room nor the fur pelts that tangled beneath my bare skin. Not even from Kael’s body that was half-curled around mine like a living wall of molten steel. The warmth that pulsed inside me now came from somewhere deeper. A place I never knew existed not until now. I stared up at the ceiling, my fingers tracing a faded knot in the wooden beam above me. Outside, the rhythm of distant drums had quieted. The sounds of celebration had faded into silence.

"They missed you. They wanted to see their daughter for Christmas. They thought they would have a happy reunion, but instead, their family got ripped apart. And all this because of your new lover. They're disappointed in you. So am I. I'll get the papers ready as soon as I can." Her eyes turned red, and tears welled up. "I failed my parents. I failed you, Felix. I swear I won't bring any more men home. I'll stop this kind of life. It's behind me now. I swear, I'll change. Can we start anew?"