Creepypasta Christmas Novels & Stories

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights. I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?" Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet. All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat. Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well." Without hesitation, I hung up.

Anderson left his gaze on him for a while before asking, “Do you know about this?“, he turned on the TV with the remote, still watching him intently, as a lawyer seeking for an evidence to stick against the heels of a suspect. “A mysterious creature was found in front of a small coffee house in the suburbs of New Jersey at late hours, yesterday. A little girl's recount made its aim unclear, as she explained of how it stopped a tree from crashing on her in the storm. Some say it's Santa Claus in a beast costume, others call it a curse from the sea God after seeing traces of ripped clothing. There are no definite descriptions for now, as a search is still ongoing. Here are the numbers to call

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

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Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

He lay out invitingly on a wolfskin rug, looking at me forlornly. “I'm cold-” “Don't even start, kid.” “I am not a child,” he said, petulant. “You act like one, Corpseboy.” Hurt marred his face. I swallowed my guilt and looked away: Puck's haphazardly strung Christmas lights formed a rainbow web in the rafters, and a charred hemlock , hung with beer, stood in for the holiday tree. “God, what is this?” I muttered, sneezing at the musty upholstery. Elephant tusks hung on the wall, mounted beside a unicorn horn and what I imagined was a dragon's jaw.

Today is the night of December 24, it's Christmas as well as New Year's Eve, so Brawen only goes to class to clean up a bit. To be honest, Vampires celebrating Christmas is definitely the funniest thing in the world. Because Vampires have always considered themselves to be the perfect super being (which is true), they embrace atheism. But because Vampire's lifespan is too long, so if they don't show entertainment, they will probably get bored to the point of getting sick, so on occasions like these they also organize happy meals like humans. Brawen slowly took her bag to leave, on cold nights like this she is really lazy to exercise. Suddenly remembering the previous winters with Owen was so

He is the crime Lord and I knew very well that he was the one teaching Pete all those mischievous things he did but even at that,we always enjoyed his stay because Uncle G was very very generous with his cash…unlike aunt Caroline who was the stingy queen. Later that night,we began to hear bands and musical instruments playing loudly down the street and we immediately knew that it was the Christmas Carol that was announced in the church that day. We were so excited and wanted to join but didn't know how to tell Dad. It was already half past eight at night and him letting us out by that time was all on miracle but we still gave it a trial. “This is Christmas and it's just once in a year, let's