Classic Sonic Christmas Novels & Stories

“Do you mind if I put on some music, sir? It’s kind of a long drive to be sitting in silence, don’t you think?” “Go for it,” Nicholas told him. He waved a hand towards Luke before he once again folded his arms. Luke nodded and he reached for the radio dial. The song that began to play through the car’s speakers almost made Nicholas’ heart thump right out of his chest. O Holy Night. Nicholas' mind instantly went to the recital where he'd sung this very song with Molly. The way she'd smiled and sung off key, yet beautifully at the same time. Luke changed the station to something more modern and hip, shaking his head with a laugh. “Christmas music. Sorry, sir. It looks like you can’t escape it.

Christmas music was being played loud enough we could hear it. Olivia and my mom were up ahead chatting away. Behind them were Lucas and Annie carrying two very sleepy girls. Next to them was Jackson who was carrying the big panda while texting on his phone. Then finally Knox and I brought up the rear. My hand was still clasped in his as we walked, neither of us letting go. The road was quiet and although it was freezing it was peaceful walking besides Knox. It literally almost felt like we were in a snow globe. "I missed judged you." Knox literally spoke from out of nowhere. Confused I tilted my head up to look at him.

said of the familiar voice on the other line. “Duke,” I said grinding my teeth. “Gotcha!” “Where the hell are you?” I asked and they were all looking at me talking with this asshole on the other line. “Are you not going to ask me first, where is Christmas?” he asked in his sarcasm tone. Base on his tone, it seems Christmas is in danger. “Where is she?! What did you do to her?!” I yelled at him. “Calm down, I'm not yet doing anything but since you already asked me...” he paused and suddenly gone on the other line.

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”

Hasn't the rule always been Christmas music starts on Thanksgiving day? The song changes and new lyrics quickly cover the silence. "Here comes Santa paws" makes my steps falter. How this song is worse than the chipmunks, I don't know, but it is. I pass by the line of carts—my sister's dog doesn't need that many Christmas gifts, even if she does treat him like her new baby. The cute little Yorkie was a gift from her new boyfriend. She thinks it's their chance to raise a puppy together, find out what kind of father he'll be and whether or not he is marriage material. I see it as more of a twelve- to eighteen-year reminder she'll have of this guy if they don't work out.

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

"He just likes to tease." "Well, you both be careful driving home." Jocelyn opened the door for them and cold air rushed in, chilling Jocelyn to the bone. She almost went back for her coat, but knew she would only be out for a moment. Jocelyn never tired of the landscape. A blanket of crisp, white snow glistened in the sunlight. In the center of town was the square, where the gazebo set, decorated with colorful Christmas lights, along with the rest of the town. It was only three weeks until Christmas, the busiest time of year for Christmas Cove. At night, it would become a Christmas wonderland, complete with Santa Claus in the gazebo, listening to the wishes of children.

“No. Daniel, I'm going alone with her.” Daniel halted and tossed the key to Damon. He caught it without looking, and winked at Daniel, who nodded. What were they signalling about? I thought. I got into the car that Damon opened for me. He entered and started the car. I stared out the window of the car, looking out to the street. We reached the salon. Damon smiled, “We're here.” It was a five star salon, with an electric fence around it with an automatic gate that opened on its own accord.

I groan, my own orgasm tearing through me, my cum spilling deep inside her as I bury myself to the hilt and hold her there, my cock pulsing, my body trembling with the force of it. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence. Nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the distant hum of the city, the way her pussy still flutters around my cock, milking me for every last drop. But then the sound comes again—closer than ever—and this time, it’s not just a howl. It’s a growl. A snarl. The unmistakable sound of something hunting. Misha’s body tenses, her eyes flying open. “Damon—”

Chris perked up higher than a playground slide knowing Beth's boyfriend was far away. "Well maybe we can have fun with it. It might be just the thing." "I know just the thing to get us in the mood." Beth became animated and exuded energy. "Why don't you find some Christmas music and I'll be right back. With that, she bounded out his door and hurried up the stairs. Chris took a big swallow of his wine. The holidays were looking much brighter to him now. The season of joy was brighter and full of possibilities, if only for a few hours ahead. Little did he know how sexually joyful this night would be.