Ddlc Christmas Novels & Stories

Jaxon and I burst into laughter, and I lean into his hold as we both watch Aunt May and Sally hop together in pure excitement. Oh, this is by far the best Christmas ever.

Honored the guy's final wish, like closing a chapter. "So, this is where we hold our musicals," Druscilla said, pushing open the heavy door with a soft creak. The room sprawled out before us, crammed with instruments—gleaming guitars on stands, a drum set tucked in the corner, violins resting like sleeping birds on velvet cases. Christmas lights twinkled from the rafters, casting a warm, multicolored glow, and a massive tree loomed in the center, decked out with ornaments that shimmered like stars. The whole place screamed holiday cheer, even though the season was long gone.

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

Since the mother-in-law had given her present to Liberty, Duncan’s aunts and sisters-in-law handed their Christmas gifts to Liberty subsequently. Liberty did not expect to receive so many gifts. She simply followed Duncan over to have a meal. She could not reject the Christmas gifts either. They would be upset and think she disliked the gifts. Therefore, she had no choice but to accept everything. Sonny, who had returned after having a blast outside with Isaac, also received Christmas presents. After dinner, Liberty pushed Duncan out for a stroll, and Sonny and Isaac tagged along. However, the two children started running and soon disappeared from their sight.

Seated on one of the stools, I down the entire thing in one go. Fuck! My throat burns at the sensation of raw, hot whiskey falling down my throat. “Mrs Delucca," a female voice calls out to me. I turn around and find a maid standing there staring at me wide eyed like she just saw me drink blood and not whiskey. “The boss says you're not allowed to drink alcohol." Not allowed? What I'm I, Fourteen? “Well," I begin, pouring another glass and taking a huge gulp. “You can go and tell your boss to go fuck himself. Now get lost."

"So we agree. We stay away from each other. Act like adults." "Absolutely." He was looking at my mouth now. "Very adult. Very appropriate." Neither of us moved. Neither looked away. The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the spell. We jumped apart just as Sophie's head popped through the opening. "There you guys are! Sorry that took forever. Did you find the boxes?" "Yeah, got them," I said, voice only slightly unsteady. We carried the boxes downstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon decorating. Sophie put on Christmas music. Jason made hot chocolate. It was exactly what Christmas should feel like.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

“Sometimes people evolve. Sometimes they’re chosen. Sometimes…” She glances at Milo. “…they’re born knowing too much.” Milo presses closer to me. Lucien steps slightly in front of us, the blue light pulsing harder. “Noelle, move. Don’t make this uglier.” “But ugly is fun,” she giggles. “Besides, she needs to hear the rules.” My throat tightens. “Rules?” “Oh, Elora.” Her voice turns soft. “You’re leaving me out of the Christmas spirit. This is tradition.”

He made it known and stood up from the chair before he strutted away, his bulky body flexing his muscular body. It didn't take long before Brenda organized us to decorate the game hall, transforming the place into a beautiful, sexy Christmas party. We all went to dress up; the men put on only red and green striped briefs with a tinsel shawl wrapped around their necks and stockings having playful prints like snowflakes and candy canes, and they wore a Christmas hat on their heads. While we, the ladies, wore red festive Hanky Panky After Midnight black crotchless panties and a bra that unties over the nipples; matching garters with thigh-high stockings; a vintage, see-through mesh full-length

I can feel our hearts beating at the same pace. “Fuck, I fucking love you, Lillian.” “I fucking love you too, Lucas.” “What is wrong with this picture?” Dean asks, standing in the doorway, his eyes surveying the room. I’ve spent all day making sure this room is absolutely perfect and I definitely think I’ve succeeded. Christmas is my favourite time of year and hosting Christmas dinner here has been a dream come true. So, what could be possibly wrong? The dining room is exquisite, editorial magazines would take pictures and publish them for the world to see.