Classic Sonic Christmas Novels & Stories

I draw a circle on the color palette and turn the lights on. Now, Jamie’s clown face is brightened up by vibrant lights that blinks and change colors rapidly. “Almost forget to turn your light bulbs on.” I said, pointing at the phone screen, “Do you want to add some music?” Jamie gives the blinking fairy lights wrapped around his neck a weird glance, “These light bulbs sing?” “Hell yeah.” I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…”

And followed by her, I didn't have much time to think about anything else when Jason spoke, apologizing for his sister as he took the things from my hands. … as usual, he looked so good, yet so cute as well today… Jason had a reindeer antler headband on his head, and I wondered if he had grabbed it at the last minute at some store on his way here as I recalled him telling me how his family didn't celebrate Christmas before. But those were just details as we all knew that tonight was more about business than anything else, a friendship dinner to keep things going with no issues for as long as possible. … some things never change about my family…

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

ROWAN (Before the incident…) It’s Christmas, and I’m locked inside my dark office with my desktop glowing in front of me like a bright, bothersome lamp. Times like this make me hate my super senses. Especially my hearing. The pack grounds are alive tonight. Christmas songs blare through the air, layered with laughter and cheers. The noise slams into my senses until my eardrums ache. I can fucking hear the heartbeats thudding with excitement like loud drums. Lucky that my ears haven’t bled yet.

Maybe there’s no difference. At half past midnight, I open my laptop and place an order. Noise machine. Custom frequency settings. Uploadable tracks. I select the file myself: a collection of classical pieces she mentioned once—Debussy, Chopin, Satie—quiet, human things with edges soft enough to touch. Add: silk eye mask. Color: black. Gift note: For the hours that won’t behave. Delivery: 6 a.m. sharp. When I finish, I lean back and stare at the confirmation screen.

"Girl, you have got to learn to stop and smell the candy canes." Noel Holiday stood next to the bar where his brother Sam was pouring drinks. He smiled at his mother and sisters and shared a grimace with his brother Val, who was dodging secretaries and the mistletoe. Noel hated the office Christmas party, probably all the more so since he was the one saddled with the name of Noel Holiday and he'd been born on Christmas day. The old man had a sick fucking sense of humor. "Noel, can you run over and check the village display?" Nicholas Holiday called to his eldest son. "Something about the arrangement doesn't look quite right."

Doris said with a nod before taking another bite of her sandwich. Brady had been smart to put her mom in charge of the Christmas events. If anyone could get it done, it was Doris Snow. “You know,” Doris said, setting her burger down on the wrapper. “You could use a little Christmas spirit around here, Noelle. I didn’t see any Christmas decorations outside. Don’t you have a speaker system you can use to pipe in some Christmas music?” Noelle raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t even thought about doing either of those things, which was a real shame. “Yeah, I think we could fix both of those problems pretty easily.”

He says darkly as he starts unbuttoning his chest. I should be scared. I am. But a sane person would opt out right? Thanks Goodness. I'm not sane.

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.