Extraordinary Christmas Glee Novels & Stories

Numbness creeps in like a close friend. Then a video stops me cold. The thumbnail shows a glittering Christmas tree and a banner: HART HOLIDAY BAKE-OFF. Prize money flashes in bold gold letters. €500,000. This Christmas. My finger hovers over the screen. My heart slams against my ribs. Oh my God. This cannot be real.

Snow fell outside, the world quiet, bearing witness to the sinful, decadent celebration inside. When they finally collapsed, tangled together, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, still trembling. Her big tits heaved, pussy glistening, innocence now a memory wrapped in pleasure. “Best… Christmas… ever…” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, brushing wet hair from her face. “Santa always delivers… and you… you were the perfect gift.” She smiled, trembling, shivering, every nerve ending singing from pleasure. This Christmas, her wish had been granted in full—her innocence, lust, and every desire wrapped into one decadent, unforgettable present.

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."

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

Ray sings. “There is just one thing I need.” I join. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree,” Jordan sings while we stay quiet. “I just want you for my own,” I say. “More than you could ever know.” Ray sings, gazing at me. “Make my wish come true,” Jordan says, looking at me. Eyes on the road, please. “All I want for Christmas is you.” We all chorus, pointing to one another. In no time, we see the Bakers’ gigantic estate gate bars, all covered with literally uncountable strands of twinkle lights. As we drive in, we feed our eyes with the Christmas decorations from different angles of the estate.

Lexi exclaimed in panic, "Mrs. Quigley, we have forgotten about the Quigley family's Christmas party!" "Yeah!" Last month, James had informed Summer that the Quigley family would hold a Christmas party on Christmas Eve at 8:00 pm. All the family members were expected to attend. Summer had been very mindful of this event, even marking it on her calendar to remind herself. However, she unexpectedly forgot about it. Summer quickly abandoned her shopping bags and hurriedly grabbed Lexi. "Let's go. We need to get to the Quigley residence now!" Meanwhile, the Quigley residence was decorated with ornaments hung on the iron gates, and a towering twenty-five-foot Christmas tree adorned the snowy gard

“Can I have one more, please?” “And then after that you are gonna want another piece. Nope, can’t do. Let’s play some Christmas songs, first we’re gonna connect them to the four speakers. If they do not wake by then, cold water it is,” Reign replied with a devilish smirk. Kylie and Reign turned two of the speaker boxes toward the staircase, leaving the rest where it stands. They played Mariah Carey's 'Jesus Born on This Day’ and in less than five minutes an angry Dominic, Elijah and William came down the stairs, screwing and yelling towards Reign and Kylie. Chleo later came down with her toothbrush in her mouth, humming to the song.

Eva’s P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Looking up on stage, she could tell that her mother had been crying, but her smile beamed so bright Melody doubted she’d even need the stage lights, and for the first time in a long time, Melody felt as if the world was perfectly right again. The voices from the choir filled the room with the “Hallelujah Chorus,” and Melody closed her eyes and let the music surround her, reaching into every crevice of her soul, every nook and cranny, and she felt like her old self once more. Melody would never lose her song again. Once they had finished, Melody leaned over, and whispered in Reid’s ear, she said, “I hope next Christmas is just as magical as this one, though I don’t know how that would be poss