Christmas When You Were Mine Novels & Stories

I think I might cry with tears of joy. With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart "Lovely..." He sang. "Never ever change..." "I won't," I answered. He crinkled his nose to me. "Merry Christmas, love," he said. "The best Christmast for me..." Zach hugged me tightly "It's a tie, love," he answered, I laughed. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it?

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

Each step toward him tightens something in my chest, bringing up memories at the club. When I stop in front of him, the space between us was gone, replaced by heat and awareness and the echo of the wedding, the car ride, the words that changed everything. He lifts a hand, pauses, and waits. The question is unspoken but clear, so I just nodded. His fingers brush my jaw, slow, careful, like he is learning the shape of me “You are trembling,” he murmurs. “I am terrified,” I admit. “And?” “And I want you,” I whisper, because honesty feels safer than pretending.

No one really got the kind of hurt we carried. So yeah, she was right. I clung to life. Even when other kids pinned me in the snow till I turned blue—I never wished for death. Even when the Rineharts brought me home, only to grow cold thanks to Leonard's drama—I never gave up. Even when Naomi chose Leonard right before our wedding—I didn't fold. But Aurelia? That almost broke me. Maybe I let my guard down. Just a little. Only to find out I was never her first choice. Everything had been a placeholder. Every 'I love you' a lie.

I could cry… but not from sadness, from pure joy. “With each word, your tenderness grows, Tearing my fears apart…” This was all real. “And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart…” “Lovely…” Jazper sang with a soft smile. “Never, ever change…” “I won’t,” I whispered, already tearing up. He crinkled his nose back at me. “Merry Christmas, love,” he said. I nodded, holding back my happy tears. “The best Christmas of my life.”

Her heart began to race as she realized what he was about to do. When he opened the box, she saw what was inside. It was a silver-colored chain braided in the middle with a little wolf pendant dangling from it. The trinket appeared to be antique. Her eyes froze on the beautiful necklace, and she heard his deep voice, "I can't give you a ring right now because I am reserving that for a special day. But this is a very special thing to me and I want to give it to you. So, will you be the sunshine to light up my world?"

Jake smelled Maria's scent that he couldn't hug for days "Thank you, Mary, you're the only one for me. I love you," Jake said, kissing Maria's forehead deeply, looking at the woman who was now fast asleep in his arms. ** Sinokmput

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

JAXSON It has been rough these past few weeks. If I'm being honest, it's been rough for the past few months. Every day felt like dragging a weight behind me, something heavy and invisible that refused to leave me alone. Christmas was lonely and sad. The house felt too quiet, almost hollow. Not like how it used to be when Dad was alive. Back then, Christmas felt annoying but perfect—noise everywhere, music blasting, drunk laughter, Dad forcing everyone into dumb traditions he claimed made us “bond.” I used to roll my eyes at him, but now I’d give anything to hear him shouting again.

It felt good being back at home but it was a bittersweet moment that I’d be leaving soon and be gone for another year. After picking out the menu I went ahead back into the living room with mom and the others and sat enjoying their company, Brandon was smiling him I have something up my sleeve smile and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with that white dress he asked me to buy a few days before our flight. Christmas morning came around the corner and everyone was singing and enjoying the hot chocolate in the cold weather. I sent out my Christmas greetings to my three best friends. Yes, Christian was one of them and I smiled as they sent them back within a couple of seconds