Christmas Toothless Novels & Stories

“Fine, fine, what's the great news?” “I have officially booked a spot in the largest cruise ship in Toronto for the holidays!” I said happily and for the first time today, her face brightened up and a smile formed on her face. Emily rarely smiled. She was more like an Emo chick who had a hormonal imbalance. Don't get me wrong, I love my best friend just the way she was. We were the total opposite. “I and Jax will be spending the holidays there,” I added and her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"Good because we don't want you to go either. So stay, please?" "Fineeee, you twisted my arm!" He pulls off a brilliant dramatic eye-roll making me laugh while Riley slaps his back clearly pleased that he's staying. I don't want something like this changing just because we are here and honestly, the thought of Josh being on his own tonight, waking up on his own on Christmas morning makes me kind of sad. No one should wake up alone on Christmas day. I've lived on the streets all my life and still, I've never woken up alone on that day.

Isobelle What a wonderful way to kick-start Christmas, with acid reflux, and a spine-crippling backache. Merry Christmas, Isobelle. Just one more week until the babies are born. Then I could kiss goodbye to the next eighteen years. No more peaceful lie-ins. Adios freedom. Au revoir relaxation. My life will belong to the pups. “Hey, did Santa steal one of my toothbrush heads or is this the Tooth Fairy's idea of sabotage?” Alex uttered, sounding as sarcastic as ever.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

When I was a little girl, I used to absolutely hate the day after Christmas. It seemed like the worst day of the year. All of the magic was gone, and we would have to wait a whole 365 days until it was Christmas again. The older I got, the less exciting Christmas became, and it didn’t really bother me that much anymore. It was just another day. However, the day after Christmas was hard for Brice since this had been the first year he’d actually gotten any presents or gotten to celebrate. He was mopey all day, even when Raven heated up the leftovers from the day before and set them out for us.

--- Christmas Eve – December 24th "Lily! Not all the gum balls!" I yelled, as she stuffed another pink one into her mouth while pretending to adjust the gingerbread roof. "I'm stress-eating," she grumbled among the candy. "This chimney won't stick." I leaned forward over the table, spread icing on her nose, and smacked her hand. "Stop it! This house has to be perfect! We are making history here!" "You said that last year and it still collapsed." "Because you ate all the windows!"

“Those were perfect.” “High praise,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me. “Merry Christmas,” he added, lips curving into a small, private smile against my mouth. I blinked. Then blinked again. Christmas. Holy shit. I’d completely forgotten. “Christmas,” I said out loud, half-laughing, half-disbelieving, the word bubbling up like a giggle I couldn’t contain. “Yes, it’s today.” “Yeah. December twenty-fifth.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Except this year it’s just you and me, with me watching you drool and taking mental pictures for blackmail later every morning.”

Though the boys catcalled from behind me, I ignored them, drawing out words from Brianna with a kiss, I drew out her emotions, with one flick of my wrist, as my tongue probed into her mouth, my eyes never leaving hers, she sighed in surrender, as I drew back from the kiss that would have fried a normal human's brain. "Now talk, what's today's date?" I asked again, the coldness in my eyes disorienting her. She sighed in surrender, and told me that it was Christmas, and she didn't feel like saying it because she didn't know how I'd react. My first Christmas without my family, and I wondered if they miss me or they live fine without me. Thinking about it now, they probably did, since Marilyn wa

Phobos complains while brushing Tadeas's locks with his fingers seeking to detangle any knots along the way. I snarl unveiling my teeth at him displaying my dislike of his words and he does the same with me not pleased with my carelessness earlier on. Tadeas keenly observes his father with interested eyes only to turn back towards me and curl his lips just to flash his toothless gums at me accompanied by a growl that he strives hard to get out of his chest.

“Been dreaming of ‘em bouncing while I fuck you senseless” He drops lower, kissing a burning trail down my belly. His tongue dips into my navel, swirling, teasing. “Ohhh….” I moaned, trembling, my thighs already slick with my arousal. He snatches the thick candy cane dildo still in its box from the “Naughty Santa” display and rips it open with his teeth. The silicone is cool, ridged, striped red and white like it was made for this. “Spread those pretty legs, baby. Daddy’s stuffing this greedy cunt with Christmas.”