Christmas Peter Griffin Novels & Stories

“VIP tickets to Ophelia Grant’s concert. That will be in two weeks. There will also be performances by guest singers. You get two tickets so you can bring a friend. This may help you make a decision.” “Oh, my God.” I chuckle and press the tickets against my chest, across my heart. “I haven’t seen Ophelia perform live. This is already too much, but I appreciate it very much. Thank you, Mr. Greenwood.” “Please call me Peter. Julian’s like a brother. It’s only natural to call me with no formalities. You’re also welcome.” “Alright.” I chuckle. “I think I should leave, Peter. I have to get ready for school,” I say as I look up at my apartment.

Hill asked, her tone gentle but probing. “Yes,” Peter replied, turning to meet her gaze. “Well, what can I say? I’m 50 years old. I lived 20 years without memories, and during that time, I did the best I could. About five years ago, I found out I had a son—a young man named Alden. He’s 23 now. I don’t tell him often, but he’s a good kid. He’s also the father of my grandson, Ethan. Ethan is almost six, a beautiful boy with wavy hair like mine. He’s my world, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

This is why Griffin Entertainment still maintained its number one position in the country and is earning its place in the international circle. Nicholas may be an outgoing person on first impression while Heather was more the serious type, the two still managed to hold a conversation. At this moment, Heather was heading to her room while Nicholas went to his. He cleared his throat. “Heather–” She paused on her doorway. “Mn?” “Merry Christmas..” She blinked up at him. “Ah.. yeah. Merry Christmas to you, too..” “I’ll see you in the morning..” “Yeah..” She nodded.

Peter’s first male friend and second friend next to Sunny. Time flew by so fast and he's now 16. It’s Christmas break and he’s planning to go home to spend the vacation with Sunny. He already packed his things for tomorrow's travel and didn't forget to bring his gift for Sunny which is a customized resin guitar picker. It has a flower designed in it, a daisy which is Sunny's favorite flower. His gift's stored in a small jewellery box. Sunny learned to play guitar already after Peter taught her. It became their bonding when Peter went home to visit.

I made some calls to have Travis declared legally dead… Though they will never find his body unless it is walking around. Peter said he was working from the packhouse Monday, and we were to report first thing in the morning. It was strange for him to send a text message, but I guess it’s up to convenience. Next week was Christmas, most of the staff would be working from home unless they took additional leave.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

I asked her. "P-Paige," she hiccupped wiping her tears away. "Hello Paige, I'm Winter. It's nice to meet you. Tell me Paige, how old are you?" I asked soothing my voice. "F-five," she hiccupped again. "Five! That's a big number! Which prize where you trying to win sweet girl?" "T-th-the giant wolf" she stuttered. My heart melted for the girl. "Would you mind waiting here for a minute Paige?"

He would have to be more careful when meeting Aurora, and she needed to come up with another, more convincing lie. After showering, he dried himself with a towel and put on a comfortable shirt and pants. Then, he left the room and saw a smiling Griffin standing in the middle of the living room. "What's the reason for the visit?" Tristan asked, stopping a little distance away from the older man. "Isn't it obvious?" Griffin replied, raising one arm and shaking the small bag he was holding. "It's Christmas!" "I don't celebrate that kind of thing." "But I do! Here, I bought you a present." He handed him the bag, and Tristan looked at one of the maids in the corner of the room.

I've always wanted to dance to this song with him, especially during this holiday season but he's never been interested. The song was interrupted by a notification and I wiped my hands on a towel as I picked up the phone. A smile formed on my face and my sour mood was immediately replaced by excitement. I had successfully booked us a beautiful spot on the largest cruise ship in Toronto for a month! Jax had always wanted to spend his holidays on a cruise ship like this one and I made sure that his wish came to pass this year. Yes, I'm crazy, I used my whole year's savings just for this. But who cares? Love is crazy, isn't it?

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"