Extraordinary Christmas Glee Novels & Stories

Lisa glanced up toward the ceiling and scowled. Kari snorted and laughed. "Wait... before you answer that, Sis, what the hell was that look for, Lisa?" Lisa glanced down, her expression softening. "Oh. It's the Christmas music. My God I hate it. It's everywhere right now. They were playing Jingle Bells while I was trying to piss and I swear I peed all over the seat from dancing to it. It's driving me crazy." "You're so vulgar." Sicily's turn to scowl. "I'm going to ask for my Christmas wish to be that you're less vulgar this next year."

My heart thudded. “Five!” I looked around. At my friends. At my father. At this house that no longer felt intimidating. Just full. “Four!” Alaric’s hand tightened slightly. “Three!” His breath brushed against my temple. “Two!” I smiled without even meaning to. “One!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The room exploded into noise. Laughter. Cheers. Someone popped something that sounded suspiciously like a champagne cork. Malik tackled Alex onto the rug. Zendaya screamed happily.

The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound. "Jolly old Santa, with a sleigh so bright, Delivers gifts with all his might. Children gather, eyes aglow, As presents under the Christmas tree grow." As Florence's gaze adjusted to the darkness, she could see nothing but the inky blackness that enveloped her surroundings. Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze around her while there was this strong and painful ringing in her ears and a bit of confusion in her head. Snowflakes danced in the air, swirling and twirling above Florence’s head. Her breath was visible in the frigid air, a stark contrast to the warmth she craved.

If only he knows I won’t see him. The plasters on his face are gone. And he looks cold, very cold. For the first time in months, I find myself unable to hold back my tears. They pour out uncontrollably as I rest my weight on the window, grabbing my chest and finding it hard to stop my lips from quivering. What a bloody Christmas it has been. Playlist: Come And Get Me (Selena Gomez) – Tara and Zeath Kamin (EMIN, JONY) – Tara and Zeath.

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.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

It was a testament to the unity and deep connections we shared. On Christmas Eve, we gathered in the grand hall, the air humming with an electric energy. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, as Golder stepped forward, her voice filled with joy and gratitude. She spoke of love, unity, and the true spirit of Christmas. Her words resonated with each pack member, reminding us of the precious bonds that held us together.

Jade glared at him, “Fuck man, what was that for?” Jade groan as he stood up wiping his butt, Dell ignored him and Jade also went back to sitting beside him again “I don't know why you all are excited about this Christmas I just feel sick about it” Dell said with a sigh “I'm not excited too, but it's not like we got a choice whether we are excited or not the things will happen will happen we just have to live in the moment and expect the worst to happen at any time” Jade muttered

We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

He groaned softly, cupping my breasts and kneading the heavy weight of them before dipping his head to take a taut pink nipple into his mouth. "Christie? Are you still there?" my mom asked, puzzled. Caleb lifted the front of my dress higher, his head disappearing beneath the hem as he replaced his fingers with his tongue. A loud, broken moan slipped past my lips before I could catch it. "I have to go, Mom. Merry Christmas! I love you!" I tossed the phone onto the rug, my fingers tangling into their hair as my head hit the wall. The hallway was suddenly filled with the sound of my loud, unchecked moans, echoing through the house while my father and Sarah whistled a carol tune in the room next