Christmas Toothless Novels & Stories

“I’m serious Eloive. You can’t come. My mother and sister, they despise you. The royal family. In fact, anything that spells Icelander” “Awn, look at her being all caring!”, he gushed. “I’ll be fine cupcake. I’ll armor up if it will make you feel better”. “No armor”. “Good. Then let’s go”. “This is not going to end well”. “Optimism Toreh. Come on, it’s Christmas”. “Yes it is. Merry Christmas Eloive”. He kissed her forehead. “Merry Christmas to you too cupcake. Now let’s go before Wilhelm realizes that we’re gone”.

she answered as she wiped the goo from her shirt. “No. I already know it! Sis Nurse is saying the truth! ” the child protested. Chill baby boy! It's just a story. "Tobby, I only want to tell you to stop eating chocolates. They are destroying your beautiful teeth." “That’s why my tooth is aching? Oh no, it must be the spirits of the lost children. I don't want to be haunted by them. ” "Yes. But the doctor will help you," I said. Yeah! That's the power of marketing strategy. I even made Dra. Evenarte an exorcist.

I feel an arm go round my waist and I'm pulled to sit on Damien's legs. "Now, you Mrs Forrest, has been a very naughty girl lately" he whispers in my ear and I feel a smile creep up on my face. "What are you going to do about it Santa?" I hum. "I might just have a special candy for you to suck on" He smirks and I chuckle before pulling his face for a kiss. His hands go to squeeze my bum making me smile against his kiss. We pull apart grinning, when we noticed a small figure standing by the corner. We both turn to see Roxy looking at us with his eyes wide opened. I bite on my lips. We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

Rhea laughed at how alike her son and Rory's son were, she smiled as she remembered how much Theo had loved the Christmas tree. "Theo loved the Christmas tree too and if he could, he to would actually climb it, but his love ended there, he doesn't love Santa, not one bit. He had screamed his vocal cords out when Santa held him," she said to Rory and her friend burst out in laughter, the picture was so funny. Theo had been scared shitless of Santa, he held her dress tightly that day and refused to let go.

I looked up at them,Nick’s beard still dusted with glitter from my elf costume, Marcus’s hair mussed, both of them looking wrecked and satisfied. They didn’t say goodbye. They just kissed me again,one on each side of my mouth then turned back toward the grotto to clean up. I stood there alone for a moment, thighs still sticky, body still humming, snowflakes catching in my hair. And in my head, I whispered to you,the ones who’ve been reading every filthy second of this: Merry Christmas, folks. I’ve already gotten my perfect Christmas gift tonight. What’s gonna be your filthy Christmas gift?

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

His Christmas brat POV: Jessa “I’m not doing Christmas this year.” I mutter it while tossing clothes into my red weekender bag, folding nothing, dancing in nothing but a thong and an old college tee that barely covers my ass. Mariah’s hitting her high notes through my speaker like she’s personally sick of my seasonal depression. The plan? Solo winter break. Just me, a few bottles of Moscato, and some emotionally stunted men on N*****x.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

"What's wrong?" My throat tightened. I scrambled for something, anything, to deflect. The first thing that popped into my brain was... ridiculous. "Do babies... come out with all their teeth?" I blurted, then instantly winced. Smooth. Real smooth. Roman actually laughed, his chest shaking against my back. "No, cara mia. They don't. They're born toothless. Why?" I tried to laugh too, but the sound broke, and suddenly the tears I'd been holding back all day spilled hot down my cheeks.