Classic Sonic Christmas Novels & Stories

Bright colorful Christmas lights decorated the place and classic instrumental songs engulfed the atmosphere. "Not a very impressive idea for our first date Sinister." I teased. .

The things I'd do to fuck that. The sound of slow clapping made both of us freeze. "Well, Well, Well. My brother fucking our innocent little stepsister? Shocker."

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

“It’s just one drink, c’mon. Please?” I take a sip of the bubbly alcoholic beverage to appease Martha. We finish our first glass and Martha gets herself another after we departed around ten forty-five am. I capped myself at one drink then found myself falling asleep looking out at the scenery passing under the window listening to some calming music playing through my air pods.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Outside the window, fireworks streaked into the sky, bursting into brilliant blossoms of light. I raised my glass to my parents' photo, and then to the thousands of lights in the city beyond. "Mom, Dad, Merry Christmas. From now on, every year is going to be a good one."

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

“Can I have one more, please?” “And then after that you are gonna want another piece. Nope, can’t do. Let’s play some Christmas songs, first we’re gonna connect them to the four speakers. If they do not wake by then, cold water it is,” Reign replied with a devilish smirk. Kylie and Reign turned two of the speaker boxes toward the staircase, leaving the rest where it stands. They played Mariah Carey's 'Jesus Born on This Day’ and in less than five minutes an angry Dominic, Elijah and William came down the stairs, screwing and yelling towards Reign and Kylie. Chleo later came down with her toothbrush in her mouth, humming to the song.