Eddsworld Christmas Novels & Stories

She made a mental note to ask Brayden what was going on with the holidays then decided she might as well text him. Meredith: What's up with the holidays? Brayden: You don't celebrate them. Meredith: So. Brayden: We'll talk tonight. Other than the Christmas Eve Ball I have no other engagements that require our attendance. Meredith: Christmas Eve Ball…? Brayden: See you at your meeting with Edward (kissy face emoji)

“Of course not. It’s only Christmas Eve. We have another place to go after this for photos and then we need to take a few photos tomorrow when we’re eating Christmas dinner. Then it’s the end of it. You get to open presents in peace because we’re emphasising the parts of Christmas that aren’t related to consumerism.” *** Edward handed over his very large present to Sebastian when they met each other by the Christmas tree on Chriastmas day. “Here’s my present,” he said. Sebastian looked curious as he unwrapped the large frame. A genuine smile spread across his face when he saw the photo. “I wanted to remind you that my family is also here to support you and you are a welcome member,” Edward t

Riley Today has been incredible. Every Christmas Eve, Josh and I head for the Christmas carnival and we always have a good time but today... today It was something completely different. I made memories that will stay with me for the rest of my life, will stay with all of us for the rest of our lives, Josh included. Seeing the the joy on Nina's face along with the sounds of her giggles was enough to have my heart bursting but to add Julia to it was just the icing on the cake.

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.

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

"Trust me, you've done well to have agreed to spending Christmas at my house...and I promise, you aren't leaving this city untouched." West Coast was where you find the boys that bring the fun, according to my best friend, Sonia. I only agreed to spending Christmas at her place because she had been asking since the start of the year. Aside from that, she would taunt me non-stop for still being a virgin at 20. Nothing about s*x interests me. It is true I haven't had my first s*x yet. I mean, you have to be interested to even do it, right? Well, I'm in for it this time, see what Sonia's Christmas fun plan was about.

And Noah, in front of everyone, let go of my hand to pass a gift box to Heidi. "Heidi, your Christmas present." Heidi excitedly tore it open. When she pulled out the worn pocket watch inside, she pouted. "Noah, you're so rich. Why are you giving me something this old?" Noah smiled without answering. But I froze completely. I'd seen that pocket watch before, in the portrait of Noah's late father.

Drew stood tall and said; "It's the feeling we have here in this room right now. Don't you feel it?" And one by one they said, "I do." Drew said, "But we, everyone here has it all year round, not only at Christmas. That's the true meaning of Christmas, right, Daddy?" "Yes, Drew. You're right. And Merry Christmas, everyone!" END VOLUME FOUR

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

the aproned and well clothed waiter asked me. “Baron Romiro,” I muttered. “Do you have something chewy and spicy?” “Fried turkey,” he replied. “Give me a serving and take one to my girl making her hair in the saloon—add soft drink for her.” He nodded, bowed and left. I just looked around, smiling in admiration. Edward, my childhood friend whom I ran into a couple of days ago invited me to the salon. He made a special reservation which I paid for—the whole place was for us alone tonight.