Christmas Stories Adults Novels & Stories

Asia's POV: It's been a few weeks since the birth of little Jardani putting me at 39 weeks halfway through December. We have roughly 10 days until Christmas and the house is in a uproar cause we waited until the last minute. But now that we have little kids in the house all of us adults decided to make it a special Christmas. For everyone it's a first Christmas in one way or another. All of the guys are decorating the house, cause nothing screams scary mafia men like icicle lights and an inflatable snowman out front. Yesterday we picked out a big ass tree and put it in the bigger living room. Of course none of us preggers women can decorate the higher parts of the tree so we have someone els

I spread her legs apart, and claimed her pussy inch by inch. "I want more, Carlos!" I slammed into her, giving her one thrust after another, and right when she came, I did too. Maria came up panting. "Merry Christmas, Darling!" I chuckled and then claimed her mouth. The next morning, Maria got up early to help Madre make Christmas breakfast. The dining room table was covered in pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, gravy, biscuits, and muffins. Marco joined us as well. After we ate, we settled in the Family room, to open gifts. Madre passed out the gifts. She always enjoyed playing Santa. We took turns opening gifts from "Santa". Madre still put " from Santa" on all the gifts she

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.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

So i take her in my arms while putting her in my lap. "Easy girl, take a breath, I'm here for you!" I mumble in her ear and she relaxed a bit. "I don't know exactly what the gift is John, only what some older kids told me, some were bragging about it how nice and good it felt but at one evening a girl also received her B-day gift from the High priest in his bedroom and i overheard him saying about his special gift to her but....but....i heard her cry and...and scream like she was in pain and...and i heard him growl loudly and than i run away scared as hell.....and know it's my turn, tomorrow night he will give my my special gift that will make me a real woman he told me!" And she shivers.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Grandpa began the story by holding the book to show us the pictures. “The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.” Grandpa smiled as he tickled each of us as he read on. “And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.” Grandpa was a good storyteller. He made such funny faces, and his voice changed pitch as he read.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare