Evangelion Christmas Novels & Stories

"Actually, not sent. We were asked to come here. " “Whatever it's called, Hailey has already left you guys to me. So I will take care of you as long as you are in my hands. ” Rome shook Beverly and Jakcson's hand in a friendly manner. "Thank you, Rome." Beverly said sincerely. "You're welcome." Rome asks Beverly and Jackson to walk following him. "What are your names, by the way?" "Oh," Beverly took Jackson's hand as he walked behind Rome. “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Elsa Alexis. And this is my fiancé Freddy Nelson. "

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

She pushed him away in one swift move. Her clear eyes looked even more beautiful under the night sky filled with fireworks. They were like the stars illuminating the sky. Warren realized she was about to lose her temper. He immediately retrieved an exquisite necklace with a beautiful cross pendant from his pocket and put it around her neck. His voice was deep when he said, "Evie, I got this handmade cross from the famous priest, Gregory Hills. It'll keep you safe. This is my Christmas gift to you. You are not allowed to take it off, okay? If you do, the cross will lose its protective powers."

My heart fluttered as my father, a pillar of strength, guided me gracefully towards the ornate altar. Yet, a peculiar sense of elation washed over me, casting a surreal aura upon the moment. It was as if I had been transported into a parallel universe, where happiness coexisted with an inexplicable uncertainty. Glancing at Elliot, my soon-to-be spouse, I noticed an absence of joy upon his countenance. Not a trace of a smile adorned his lips, nor a flicker of excitement danced in his eyes.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

This is utterly insane. Still, another thought worms its way into my mind. If he really is Santa, maybe I should wish for something big. My stomach churns at the possibility. A Christmas wedding. The dream I’d buried long ago. I close my eyes, imagining it: twinkling lights, soft snow falling, and Elijah looking at me like I’m his entire world.

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.

On Christmas Eve, with the temperature at thirteen below zero, a blizzard shut down the interstate in northern New Jersey. The motel at North Ridge Travel Plaza had only two heated rooms left. My hands and feet were numb with cold, but I still walked happily toward Daniel Walker, my husband of five years, a man known for his thoughtfulness. Instead, he walked right past me and handed the last two room keys to his first love Claire Miller, who had just ended her marriage, and her dog Buddy. A woman stranded beside us watched enviously. "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. He even got a separate room for the dog." Daniel didn't correct her or look back at me. He was too busy taking off his down j

Asmo woke up the next day feeling energized and calm. The Carols night, which turned into The Seven Confessions of the Fallen Angels, helped lift the weight of Asmo's past transgressions. Now, he had the clearest conscience on the block, giving him the confidence to say, "Merry Christmas, Devils! Rise and shine. Come on, your chores won't do themselves. It's Christmas day again!"

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."