Enhypen Christmas Novels & Stories

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

He is the symphony of heaven in hell’s obnoxious anthem. “What do they call you?” He echoed. “Euphoria.” His brows briefly met. “What is that? Is that a stripper name?” “Well, technically, strippers get those fake names but Sylvia wanted us to come up with one too.” Vernon bobbed his head down subtly as if letting the thought sink in. “I like Euphoria. Euphoria’s unique.” I couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. How easy of him to make me feel like I am so accepted as if none of this is ever a big deal.

Ares Vasilios Euphoria, a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness' 4 years ago in Barcelona Spain 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year !!! everyone howled once the clock stroked 12. New year new me that's what every person's resolution for the new year is except that's all bullshit. Well that's what I think about it. People don't just change like that; they have to go through something extreme for them to suddenly change. Name's Ares Vasilios the next successor for the Vasilios Enterprise one of the biggest company in the world owned by my dad Javier Vasilios and soon will be owned by yours truly.

I want to start this new year with the love of my life. Preparations for Christmas and New year are going in full swing. Adrian's song which has released on my birthday was a big hit and crossed millions of views on Youtube and platforms like Spotify, and A****n music too released his songs and he is working on his next release. He wants to release a new song for Christmas and New year so that everyone can enjoy its vibe. He is so busy meeting people and collab with them and I'm great he is doing good in his profession and I'm happy because his dream came true. He said that he will be back a day before Christmas to finish up his work.

com (with just 1 'n') Hope you had a good Christmas, can't wait for 2023! See you tomorrow! xoxo, Ronnie

"The house smells like cinnamon and pine, the maids have laid out the most incredible brunch, and I’m pretty sure Dad actually bought us real presents this year instead of just stock options." Ariana sat up, pushing her tangled hair back. The memory of the night before—the desk, the leather couch, the feeling of Mateo filling her—was so vivid it felt like it was tattooed on her skin. She looked at Cami, her best friend, and felt a sharp, jagged pang of guilt. "Merry Christmas, Cami," Ariana said, her voice slightly raspy. "How’s the ankle? Dad said you really did a number on it last night." Cami leaned over, inspecting Ariana’s foot.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

he explained, and I nodded slowly in understanding. “That's understandable,” I murmured in response. “So what do you say, habitat, unless you already got plans for tomorrow?” he enquired, and I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I thought about it carefully. The kids had never actually gone out to have fun on Christmas Eve, and I was sure they'd be happy about this, but why did it feel like I was doing something wrong? Almost like I was betraying Ryan by going out with Farid when he'd made his intentions known.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.