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"Merry Christmas!" The door to Ariana’s room flew open with a bang. Cami bounded in like a whirlwind of energy, wearing fuzzy reindeer slippers and a massive grin. She jumped onto the foot of Ariana’s bed, oblivious to the way Ariana winced as her sore muscles protested the sudden movement.

I try to remind her that I am in control of what happens in my life even though Dante is starting to change that. “Oh please!” She rolls her eyes. “This is your best Christmas and you know that. I can't wait to show you more of my favorite things.” She sighs dramatically and her phone dings. She pulls it out of her pocket to check who texted her while I rub my temple as hard as I can.

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.

// A/N It seems Dante has a soft spot for kids, and pulled pork Happy Reading <3

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

Another message came, this time it was a picture. As soon as I saw the picture, the fork slipped through my fingers and fell on the plate, startling Aunt Mira. My jaw dropped, my heart sank, my pulse quickened. On my screen was a picture of Damon and me having sex in his car. The picture captured my head thrown back in reckless abandon, my mouth pouted, and my eyes shut. It only captured Damon from the side, but clear enough to see his face buried between my breasts. A third message followed. “This would make a really viral picture"

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

"All of my daughters have their own personalized ornaments. All of them." I nodded my thanks, not trusting myself to speak. I got it hung up, and I was able to recover myself sufficiently to articulate my appreciation. "You're welcome, dear," was all Jessica said. It meant so much to me. We kept on our task. Aly hung her soccer player with her name on the back, and Kelsey's was a cheerleader. Jessica had a large Christmas village that covered a table set out for just this purpose, complete with a fluffy white tablecloth imitating a snowscape. There was also her collection of Santa Clauses from around the world, each a small statuette with a different country's take on St. Nicholas.

"Oh yeah? Then what are you guys then if Nate is a vampire?" "Dan and I are wolves." Ren answered. "Fred is a warlock and Ace is an Elf." Santa's helper says what? I roamed my eyes at each and every one of them. They all have the same hard look on their faces as if they wanted to take a dump. That was why I couldn't stop the laughter that erupted from me. I backed away and sat on my bed as I continued to laugh. Tears had formed in my eyes so I started to wipe them away with my finger. When I looked up, they still had the same look on their faces.

As he looks at me in surprise, I playfully get some on my finger and smear it on his nose. He laughs, the sound echoing in the air, but then his expression quickly shifts. The playful atmosphere takes on a different tone as a spark of desire flickers in his eyes, adding an unexpected and tantalizing twist to our Christmas festivities. I untie the apron from around his waist and yank it over his head. Just as I suspected, his dick is hard and ready for me. Without hesitation, I put the jar over him and twirl it around to evenly coat his long, chocolate member.