Christmas Toothless Novels & Stories

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

My poor girl has attachment issues, having not seen me she probably thought I'd gone for good, that's her concept of things. "I'm pretty famous around here huh?" "We missed you, mommy," Axel shifts, hugging my arm. I missed you too, Bubba. "Look mommy," Onyx steps back, showing me his teeth. He lost a front tooth, "My tooth came out." "Wow," I gasp, the mom guilt slowly smacking me in the face. "When was that?" He pauses, tapping his cheek a few times. "Yesterday's yesterday. The tooth fairy gave me a big bill."

After expecting a lot of cookies, brownies and sweet treats as Christmas was less than a week away, the wronged little fox was upset as his mother had forbade him from having any. The doctor had mentioned something about him having early signs of toothache and cavities but obviously, the little one didn't understand. He looked at the weird greenish thing on his plate and made up his mind before jumping down from his high chair and sneaking over to Damon's. Damon looked away from his phone and his heart melted seeing his adorable face. He smiled and picked him up. When he cluelessly returned back to his phone, Tommy dropped his rehearsed smile and zeroed his eyes on his cheesecake like a pred

“Me, too. From now on, I’m your Christmas Memory.” Dak grinned, his eyes dancing in the reflected gleam from the Christmas lights, and Memory lost herself in his kiss, certain they’d be together for all the Christmases yet to come.

he said as I got on my seat. “I'm not hungry.” His forehead knotted. ”You are not hungry? But you haven't eat anything, Baby.” He said sounded worrying. “Maybe at least eat a little.” “I'm not in the mood,” I said grinding my teeth in anger. I want to cry because of the pain on my body but this wasn't the right time for me to be weak. “You have to eat, Christmas. Tomorrow is a long day for us.” “I said, I'm not hung–”

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.

I gasped, my mouth falling open as I was at a loss for words. I sighed, fixing the white comforter over him as I mustered a gentle smile. “Honey, listen, I can't just bring Santa to you,” I explained softly, and his little nose scrunched up into a frown, but I ignored it and continued anyways, “You have to eat so you can get better; then we can go see Santa.” I tried to talk him out of the idea as I pushed back some strands of dark, curly hair that had fallen over his forehead. “I don't believe you!” he yelled, and I gasped, my eyes widening in shock at his abrupt outburst.

Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

I hadn’t decided yet. But standing there next to him, away from the house and Mike and all the mess, I didn’t feel quite as broken as I had an hour ago. I took a sip of my drink and shrugged. “Maybe one more song.” The music slowed into something heavier, bass throbbing low like a heartbeat. The stage lights painted everything red and gold, fake snow still drifting lazily from the ceiling. Derek, the real Father Christmas was down to just the pants and hat now, grinding against a laughing bachelorette party while they screamed and waved twenties.