Deku Christmas Novels & Stories

"Christmas, I never heard of anyone use an alias as Christmas, Duke. What does this 'Christmas' do to make us take the benefit in this case?" Duke lifted his hand and claps it once. "This is what I'm talking about. So, this Mr. Christmas is one of Klyde McMarrow's client who buys smuggled women from everywhere and then he'll auction it to them. He's this kettle looking guy, you know what I mean? Bald, short and fat, he has this annoying laugh and he's in love eating this bread wherever he goes, he has it in his pocket and much it like a 2 year old kid." Duke began with gestures he uses and is not that really necessary.

Five minutes later, she poured hot delicious-smelling liquid into coffee mugs then added whipped cream and a dash of nutmeg on top. Hot drinks in hand, they shuffled into the enclosed patio, off the kitchen, and took their seats. “It looks like Christmas threw up in here.”, Kim said. Along with the usual assortment of Christmas lights, balls, and popcorn string decorations, there were figurines of Santa Dad’s favorite, reindeer Mom’s favorite, snowmen for Collette, and Christmas angels for Celine. “Here goes nothing,” Celine said and turned the lights off. Then she turned the Christmas lights on, and they sat holding their hot drinks, enjoying the ambiance. She missed Mom the most at times l

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

“Perhaps you should drink some of this too. It might fix your personality.” One of the kitchen apprentices snorted so loudly he dropped a spoon. Marek stared at me, torn between irritation and something desperate. I drank more of the warm perfectness, sighing happily. “Is this hot chocolate spell part of Christmas?” “It is not a spell,” Marek said. “But yes. People drink it around Christmas.” “Then Christmas has one redeeming quality.” He stared at me with a look I could not decipher. I wiped chocolate from my mouth and smiled at him. “Have some. You need it. You truly look like you have never enjoyed anything in your life.”

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.

"He doesn't know how to come in yet, but he's — he's circling." "Yeah." "That's something." "Yeah." Nelson looked out the window at the grey December sky. "It's something." He cleared the plates. She washed them — without being asked, just stood up and went to the sink like it was already, like they'd already learned the small choreography of sharing a kitchen. He stood beside her and dried. Outside, the snow had stopped falling. The street was white and quiet. The community centre murals were half-hidden under frost — those painted hands reaching for stars, temporarily obscured, still reaching.

'' Yes we would be very much happy to , bu we have a problem '' Noir commented . ''What ?'' Albert asked . '' How do thumans celebrate christmas ?'' asked Noir . '' I can tell you that '' said Albert . '' Today is the night huma celebrates christmas '' said Adam . '' We need to hurry up and make the preparations then '' NOir said . '' What do we need ?'' Celia asked . '' But what about our training ?''asked Arthur . '' That can wait ''' said Albert . '' What do we need ?'' asked Celia . '' Bells , decorations , fig tree and christmas cake that's all and some presents to give your dear ones '' said Arthur .

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Neither Eden nor Julia were anywhere to be seen either, so Sue assumed that Knight was with them. The grounds were filled with various Christmas-themed activities and decorations. There were sleigh rides being given, with horses because apparently, deer were in high demand this time of year. There was a man dressed as Santa, complete with elves, sitting in a grotto while children lined up to meet him and get a present. The centerpiece of the event was without a doubt the gingerbread village with a train going around it. There was also a series of fire pits where people were roasting marshmallows and drinking hot chocolate. That was where he found Jared and Sarah. “Hey,” she said as she came

With the approaching holiday season, the Athens pack embarked on a joyous endeavor: preparing for Christmas. The meadow transformed into a festive wonderland, adorned with evergreen wreaths, shimmering lights, and colorful ribbons. Pack members, young and old, worked together to deck the halls of our palace, infusing every corner with the spirit of the season. Golder, ever the embodiment of grace and warmth, took charge of organizing the Christmas festivities. Her infectious enthusiasm spread throughout the pack, igniting a joyful anticipation that mirrored the twinkling lights. She exuded a radiant energy, her smile contagious, as she directed pack members in hanging ornaments and arranging