Christmas Zelda Novels & Stories

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

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.

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.

Dad paused at the threshold, turning back to meet my gaze with his usual fond smile. “Merry Christmas pudding.”

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

Zelda’s pov I was sitting in my chair, drinking some red wine. The red color of the wine glowed on the dress. I was standing close to the table where all the dresses and coats were put. All were pretty, expensive and unique pieces. I touched it nd smiled. Everything should be perfect!!! No mistakes!! Afterall I am Zelda!!! The iron hand dominant of this house. The door opened with a little noise. My spy came into the house making a strange face expression and closed the door behind her. I raised my glass. “what have you brought today?

Always on repeat. Maybe she really wasn't his standard. He wouldn't take it out in the open. He doesn't walk with her on his side. He doesn't have sex with her anymore. He just ditched her on Christmas eve. Speaking of which Shola checked the time. Midnight. "Merry Christmas Omasola!" She whispered to herself as she scraped the necklace off her neck, leaving a cut from a sharp diamond, then she left.

he said "I wish my brother is alive because he lives in Helen." "I doubt it, because it look as if everybody in that city as turned." Jane replied him. "Fred don't think about it, you know what? I got a beautiful gift for you." Casandra said happily and gave him the hand band that she took from zombie and said "It will cheer you up." Fred look at it and said "Cassandra where did you got this band from?" She said "It's a gift from one Zombie, I killed him." Fred look at it and said "You mean a zombie? or you picked it on the street?"

Enni's POV My heart pounded like a drum as I picked up the call from the mysterious lady, Zea. Her voice was hushed as if she held a secret of utmost importance. She wasted no time, urging me to meet her at a specified location within a mere two hours. The question echoed in my mind: What could this meeting possibly entail? Would it be a perilous adventure or an exhilarating experience? I tried to rein in my imagination, but my thoughts spiralled out of control, refusing to be tamed.