Ddlc Christmas Novels & Stories

"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

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.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

I murmured in a dismissive tone, flipping through the pages of the proposal she was pitching which I'd already gone through the previous day and deemed worthy, if that weren't the case I wouldn't be sitting here and wasting my precious time. “I was saying, it would be a bonus to host Christmas sales at the mall and a small celebration in light of the coming holiday,” she started with a small smile and I tilted my head, watching her with a slightly narrowed gaze. “It would not only boost the company's income but also curb the rumors flying around about how you hate Christmas and everything it represents,” she finished and there was pin drop silence in the room.

After Thanksgiving, it was open season in Greer’s house for decorating and everything Christmas. “Let’s make it Friday,” I said. “I brought gifts with me for the kids, but I’d like to get a few more. Also, we can do things like sing Christmas carols, drink hot chocolate … the works!” “Okay. This is getting a bit too much for me,” Brett said, getting up to get himself another glass of iced tea. “Gifts? Yes. Caroling? No.” I smiled. “What’s the matter, Brett?” I teased. “Too much music for you?”

Ben was gone from Diego's life. Lorenzo had chosen escalation. And Christmas was coming. Let it. "Away from chaos. What are we doing differently for Christmas this year?" Bukky chimed in on my thoughts. I scoffed, pouring myself another drink. "You've forgotten that this Dome doesn't celebrate Christmas, Bukky." "What? At least we've still got children and young adults here. They need..." And then the air shifted again. Not violently. Not loudly. It adjusted like the room had learned a new center of gravity.

Elena’s pov I'd forgotten it was Christmas. Christmas lights hung from every lamppost like frozen stars. The countdown in my head had replaced every other calendar. But luckily, Jacob remembered. "Disneyland?" I stared at the tickets in his hand. "You're joking." "It’s a package deal." He grinned, waving them like prizes. "Rides, shows, the whole thing. And afterward, there's a movie theater nearby. I figured we could catch something cheesy and holiday-themed."