Christmas Peter Griffin Novels & Stories

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!"

I said slowly, “why.” “I need a plus one,” he said, blatantly. My brows knit together in both surprise and confusion. “For what” Instead of answering, he opened a drawer and slid something across the desk toward me. An invitation card. Thick paper, elegant font, painfully familiar names. Caleb Blackwood and Selene Hale

I continue by saying, “Yes, there will be many times when I will be grateful that you take control, because I have been taking charge of everything for so long. It is a relief. But that doesn’t mean I want you to leave me in the dark. Alright?” I watch as Peter sighs, as he says, “alright my dear. I promise you I will learn.” “That will be good to see,” Parker mocks, to which Peter growls at him. “Hey! What did I say about the growl?” I frown as I say to Peter. “Mommy, can I grunt?” I close my eyes, cursing because I know my people so much. Parker laughs as he says, “We only growl at evil people. Okay, princess?”

“This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.” “Gushy…” It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “You know… The happy cry ones. Heck, I even tear up when the Grinch’s heart grows at the end of that little cartoon.” She sighed. “But to be fair, I’ve been known to get teary at a heart-tugging commercial at Christmas time.” “Yeah… I don’t do Christmas.” “So, I’ve noticed,” she said, tipping her head to one side to study him. If anything, his features had tightened, his eyes had grown darker. Just the mention of the holiday had been enough to close him up tight. And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him.

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

I chuckled. “I would like that. Thank you Peter and thank you for doing this.” He nodded and helped me into my coat, his hand lingering on my waist. I stepped away but he held my hand. “Merry Christmas Anastasia and Cheers to new friendship.” He wished and I smiled in reply, I wonder why people in tabloids mention the strained relationship between the two cousins, Peter seemed really amicable and Nathan is very Nathan like. “See you more and make sure you get my contact from Nathan.”

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

"I'm curious to see who's bold enough to try and play me." "And the girl..." "She'll come to us on her own," Peter said, a playful glint in his eyes. His face, usually so indifferent and emotionless, revealed a hint of fading interest. Sean had not known Peter for a very long time, but it was long enough. Sean knew all about Peter's adventures overseas and how talented he was. However, a few years back, Peter did something unexpected: he left his life abroad and came home. Even though he worked at the huge Nexus Group, he was just the general manager. Everyone thought Peter would take over the family business someday, but since he returned, his grandpa Xylos, the head of the Lennon family, s

Hey!" I exclaimed. "You didn't tell me there was a new year eve party tonight. " he said. "Thanks to my guys around. " he added. I smiled and said "will you make it? " "Sure. Why not? " he asked. "Okay I'll get ready. We will be leaving by 9." I told him. He nodded and went to his room. Peter and I left our compound at exactly 9pm. The weather was cold and I was a bit shaky. I had not come along with my jacket. As we walked to 3rd street, the street was filled up, the loud music was playing and fire crackers were everywhere. "Wow. This is cool. I've never experienced a street party before. " confessed Peter. "I think I should include it in my Internship log book. " he joked and I chuckled. "