Deku Christmas の小説・ストーリー

Kate's POV It's three weeks till Christmas and I'm off to buy decorations. We'll be releasing new Christmas clothing tomorrow and there'll be a cocktail party too. Stella and Carla were in charge of tomorrow's event. That is why, I'm off to buy my own Christmas decorations. Ding. Zara: hey! How r u? It's almost xmas! Me: u know, buying xmas deco. How bout you? U heard abt our party tom? We're finally releasing our xmas clothing.

Cyrus was right, if I had goals. “Can you use magic to help?” Jane offered. “I can imagine a good grade.” Suddenly, the daunting task seemed attainable. “Esmerelda!” Cyrus and Ghost exclaimed. “What does the pack do for Christmas?” I winked at Jane. She understood my tactic. “Christmas?” “Isn’t it next week?” “I suppose it is.” “Can I invite Uncle Harris?” “Maybe we can celebrate at the bar.” Cyrus deflected. “I need to look forward to something joyous.”

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

“Who’s Santa, Biz-Nono?” The table erupted in laughter, Jace nearly choking on his drink. Kat’s mother reached over, brushing Koda’s hair back. “He’s the man who brings presents at Christmas, sweetheart. You’ll see.” Koda’s eyes widened, the idea settling in like magic. “Presents?” he whispered, almost reverent. Then louder, with certainty: “I want to meet him.” Kat laughed, pulling him into her lap. “Don’t worry, Koda. You will. Christmas is coming.”

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

A fucking Alpha! “Welcome to my home!” She squeals as she leads me into the grand living room. Christmas decorations hang on every wall, especially heavy over the warm looking fireplace. Despite that, the cold demeanor of the large room did not change. Bright, decorative lights reflect off the crystal chandeliers, lighting up the gloomy palace-like room. My gaze lands on the tall Christmas tree beside the glass windows, and my eyes widen at how beautifully decorated it is. I have never owned a Christmas tree, or celebrated the holidays. It is all new.

The green shawl wrapped around her neckline to protect her from the cold, completely matching the Christmas dress code. "You scream of perfection, Prize," I complimented, extending my hand out to her, which she took, and I pulled her closer to me abruptly, which made our chests graze against each other briefly before she steadied in her position. "Merry Christmas," we said in unison, and my chest rioted in happiness. This little girl is bringing out a feeling I didn't know I could have.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”