Christmas Music Polar Express Novels & Stories

Catherine’s POV The music is so loud it shakes my bones. Bass thumps through the hall, rattling tinsel and glitter, vibrating my legs, my chest, my fragile heart. Colored lights…red, green, gold…flash everywhere, bouncing off the fake snowflakes dangling from the ceiling. It’s like I accidentally stepped into a Christmas postcard… but I don’t belong here. A giant banner hangs above the stage: CHRISTMAS EVE BASH — HOSTED BY THE CLASS OF DANNY WESTLEY, WOODBLOCK CITY HIGH

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

“Do you mind if I put on some music, sir? It’s kind of a long drive to be sitting in silence, don’t you think?” “Go for it,” Nicholas told him. He waved a hand towards Luke before he once again folded his arms. Luke nodded and he reached for the radio dial. The song that began to play through the car’s speakers almost made Nicholas’ heart thump right out of his chest. O Holy Night. Nicholas' mind instantly went to the recital where he'd sung this very song with Molly. The way she'd smiled and sung off key, yet beautifully at the same time. Luke changed the station to something more modern and hip, shaking his head with a laugh. “Christmas music. Sorry, sir. It looks like you can’t escape it.

Too much that I was grateful for the distraction of the past few days. To distract myself for the night, I picked up my glass of whiskey and almost emptied it. When I lifted my gaze to Amber’s, I found her watching me. The candlelight cast a beautiful golden glow on her skin. She looked absolutely breathtaking. I raised my glass. “Merry Christmas.” She finally smiled and raised her glass of red wine. “Merry Christmas.” My gaze went to her lips. I took a sip and watched the muscles in her throat move as she swallowed. She caught my eyes and sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

Ghost The music pours out through the speakers as I lift the glass up to my mouth downing half the bourbon immediately enjoying the burn that follows up from my stomach to my throat. I signal the bartender for another as he zooms past me to help another patron. Seconds later, I down the second half and give the man a chin lift when he pours my second glass instantly. I've been here no longer than ten minutes, but I knew right away I would be drinking tonight. Christmas. Fuckin' Christmas.

The other thing was that the wall where the two little hamsters were supposed to show off their art of seo was covered with a huge black cloth that kind of didn't match the rest of the gym. Why? That's because the whole huge room was decorated. Whether it was chains made of artificial needles, ribbons, garlands, colorful lights or various glass ornaments. Every single tiny thing here screamed 'Christmas!' And it was all underlined by a huge tree in one of the corners, which was decorated from the bottom to the tip, on which a golden star was enthroned. But we were far from finished with that. There was Christmas music playing. And by that I meant, hell, Please Come Home For Christmas by Bon

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

If only he knows I won’t see him. The plasters on his face are gone. And he looks cold, very cold. For the first time in months, I find myself unable to hold back my tears. They pour out uncontrollably as I rest my weight on the window, grabbing my chest and finding it hard to stop my lips from quivering. What a bloody Christmas it has been. Playlist: Come And Get Me (Selena Gomez) – Tara and Zeath Kamin (EMIN, JONY) – Tara and Zeath.