Christmas Yugioh Novels & Stories

“Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Her mom had decorated the table nicely. Christmas leaves and small branches in the center, with tiny lights woven through them. Logan looked around. “That figurine in the living room is beautiful.” “The one with the three wise men?” Melody asked. “Yes. With Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus I guess.” Melody laughed. “Mom has had that since I was a child. Every Christmas, she brings it out, cleans it, polishes it. And when the season is over, she wraps them like glass and packs them away.”

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

“Merry Christmas, Ryan. Your gift is eternal.” Ryan nodded weakly, no fight left. Control had slipped away, replaced by this burning need. And he craved more.

I was frustrated, I should have known better that he would do anything to win whether it was cheating or hurting me. Just when it seemed Jeremy would emerge victorious, I managed to land a critical hit. With a swift and precise strike, I knocked Jeremy's Plonker – a small, delicately carved stone that served as a focal point for the game – I knocked it out of his hand. The Plonker soared through the air, and with a Herculean effort, I managed to catch it before it hit the ground. As I stood panting, the Plonker clutched triumphantly in my hand, Jeremy glared up at me with a mix of shock and frustration. Despite my injuries, I had outmaneuvered my brother.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

He's strong physically and when he is using his powers, but not by sense, in terms of enemies and other elemental users. "You can sense that kind of thing?" He asked, I sighed at how innocent he is when it comes to this basic training we got from my clan. Especially when our Goddess is the Goddess of Fire and war. We followed the kid inside his house and saw there two other children. A boy and a girl. Looking at their eyes, it's bluish-gray. And one thing comes to my mind, wind.