Christmas Time By Alvin And The Chipmunks 소설 & 이야기

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

“They love you to pieces.” I smiled then. And that’s how we fell asleep. Both of us smiling. Me holding her hand. Her thankful to be a part of a close knit group. And me thankful that I got to do this. I got my second chance. I’d never been more thankful for anything. <> Something was tickling me. I opened my eyes to see Frankie’s big ass head close to my face. I looked at him funny. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just waking you up princess. It’s Christmas!!” He said smiling.

"Well, Merry Christmas! Aren't you a jolly, slutty elf!" "Merry Christmas, Papa Charlie," Essence responded merrily, as she kept stroking his now semi-erect dick. "Merry Christmas, you big-dicked Grandpa," Sheila called out from between his legs. "Merry Christmas, baby girl slut," Charlie responded fondly, these double sensations exhilarating, and the ultimate best way to be awakened. The two girls returned to working over his genitals for a couple more minutes, until he was completely hard. Essence then said, "It's time for my first Christmas present, Papa Charlie!"

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

Aunt Zoe, however, let out a massive sigh of relief, as if she were being sent to paradise rather than prison. … Another Christmas had arrived. Without those toxic relatives, the Christmas Eve dinner this year was wonderfully quiet. I sat alone in the vast villa with a small pot of cheese fondue bubbling in front of me. Next to me sat the photo of my parents, and curled at my feet was a fast-asleep ginger kitten I had newly adopted. My phone kept buzzing. The company group chat was filled with well-wishes from Alfie and my colleagues. Even Uncle Caleb, the man who used to sneer at my very existence, sent a text. "Hannah, Merry Christmas. I was wrong back then. Take care of yourself."

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

shock, embarrassment, heat, and it nearly knocks me flat. I lean one shoulder against the doorframe, forcing myself to stay where I am. “Damien…” she whispers. My name has never sounded so sweet and soft. “Yeah,” I answer quietly, voice rough, barely holding. Then the wall clock struck twelve in the morning. It's Christmas day!! My lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk despite myself. “Guess I should say… Merry Christmas.” The silence stretches. Loaded. Fragile. And one wrong move away from something neither of us will be able to take back.

While I just hid there like a coward "Hey chipmunk, look at your pack. Look how happy they are." He whispered in my ear and rubbed his bearded cheek with my cheek. I pulled my face out of the crook of his neck and looked around. Some of the pack members were even dancing to express their happiness for their Alpha. They looked so… real. I smiled widely looking at them. He pecked my cheek and I leaned into him.