Christmas Toothless Novels & Stories

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."

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.

He gave a sharp and quick nod, the mysterious grin never leaving his lips. "Will you be Santa's prize and fulfill his wishlist?" He asked, taking my hands and intertwining our fingers together. It instantly made me feel wanted and important. "Yes, I will be Santa's prize as long as he wants," I muttered back, staring intensely into his eyes, boring our eyes into each other and letting them wander and sparkle with unfulfilled passion and desires. "So be it, Prize," he rasped into my ear, nibbling his nose across my jaw. He paused and took Santa's mask off.

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

I replied, the minty foam from my toothpaste making my voice muffled as I kept brushing. Rosy rubbed her eyes, squinting at me. “Someone’s happy today.” I grinned at her through the mirror, the song still stuck in my head as I kept humming. “Of course, I’m happy! I’m going to be showcasing my work to the world on New Year’s Eve! Do you know how amazing that feels? How happy I am about it?” Rosy smiled sleepily but nodded, her eyes soft with support. “I know… I can see that.” She paused before adding, “But don’t forget the charity event that’s also happening that day.”

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.

“It’s snowing like crazy over here. The streets are empty, everything’s white. Can’t wait till you and Mom arrive.” “Well, it’s no different here,” Tessa said, managing a small laugh. “We’ve got maybe three weeks until Christmas. The whole city’s lit up already.” “Our first Christmas together,” Roman said softly. “Real tree, stockings, the fire going… You in one of those ridiculous holiday sweaters you pretend to hate.” “I do hate them,” she lied, smiling despite herself. “Liar.” She could hear his grin. “I’m going to buy you the ugliest one I can find. You’ll wear it and love it.”

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.

Jax said, tugging at the glittering pink nightmare still attached to his waist. “Oops,” Chelsea said, utterly unbothered. “Must’ve missed a line in the spell.” Gunner glared down at his rainbow-striped pack like it might combust from sheer will. “You did that on purpose.” “Prove it,” Chelsea grinned. Tora nearly choked on her own laugh. “No, no! Leave it! I love the accessory. It really brings out your eyes, babe.” “Mine smells like cinnamon and poor decisions,” Thorne growled, sniffing his.

Our Christmas would be loaded with a lot of sex. • ────── ✾ ────── • I didn't want to leave this apartment, but it was inevitable. He had a teenage son who cried out to his father and also missed him greatly. Chelsea took care of my jawline and at least the coloring was going through a little yellowish tone that she promised to hide with makeup.