Christmas Smut Novels & Stories

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

"Okay , Sounds good. By the way, buy me 5 boxes of item no 27 from the list.You don't need to consider my preference." Christine does not need to check the list, she already knew about this item no.27.This guy is really shameless and pervert , hooligan. He is asking her to purchase that item . Sam had a broad smile on his face. He would see if this lady will dare to buy that thing for him.Christine could not fall sleep until 1 in the morning. She was tossing and turning in the bed but could not sleep. It's all because of Sam.He is wolf in Sheep's clothing.Who would have imagined that behind his serious face, he is utter shameless guy.Humph, she is not going to buy it.She will ignore his mess

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

"Well it's a bit smaller than Burlington, so it has that small town vibe. Everyone knows everyone which can be very annoying at times. People in Rutland like to go all out for Christmas. There is a festival with booths at every corner, contests, stuff like that." "That sounds like fun." Olivia beamed. I didn't miss the gleam in her eye at the mention of the festival. I bet she would love it. "Knowing my mom she will drag us to every event, even if it is freezing. So beware." From past experience I knew we would be attending everything Rutland has to offer for Christmas. Knox was quiet as I spoke, his eyes focused on the road ahead. I found myself glancing at him every few minutes despite the

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

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."

And he never does anything without some cruel hidden intention behind it. I tossed the stocking into the closet and slammed the door, and stood there for a moment breathing hard, forcing myself to calm down. I would not let this ruin my Christmas. I would not let him ruin my Christmas. Not even Grayson Holt and whatever twisted game he was playing now could take this day away from me. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and headed to the bathroom to shower. When I came downstairs forty minutes later—showered, dressed in jeans and a soft cream sweater from the suspiciously well-stocked closet—the smell of bacon and fresh coffee hit me immediately.