Felix Christmas Novels & Stories

“I want to order a clipper. The one that could barb a pretty long female hair, bring it to Classic Castle restaurant.” Selene burst out laughing. My jaw dropped. Daniel was serious. “You can't make me chicken out in fear,” Selene blasted at him.

Xena asked calmly as she set her teacup down. Sienna handed her the phone. “Felix is actually spending Christmas with Miranda.” Xena’s smile didn’t waver. “It seems Felix really does love Mia very much.” “Xena, aren’t you angry?” Sienna asked. Sienna found the photos an absolute eyesore. “I’ve always known Felix is a good father. That’s something I admire,” Xena said after taking a sip of tea. “But Miranda is quite interesting.” “Why do you say that?”

Get out of here," Felix muttered as he drove away, unwilling to waste any of his energy on this. From the way Xena had acted, it was clear they would not talk again. Moreover, he had already handed over Sonny, so his conscience was clear. Besides, he had also addressed the matter of Curtis' kidnapping. … After picking up Wendy, Felix smiled and said, "Wendy, thanks for helping me with this." Tomorrow was Ernest's birthday, and he had emphasized that no one should bring gifts. Any guest who did it would be turned away. However, Felix wasn't preparing a birthday gift. Since he had agreed to dance the opening dance with Sherlyn, he couldn't just show up in any casual attire. He needed to take i

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

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.

Charlotte chuckled against his lips, pulling back shortly after. “What’s gotten into you? Did you drink?” “My mind’s clear as day though,” Felix whispered seductively, looking into her eyes. His hand slid boldly under her robe, skating over the smooth plane of her hipbone, down the curve of her flank. Charlotte laughed, “Well, aren’t you eager?” She pressed closer, lips brushing his ear. “I should tell you…I just got a Brazilian wax.” Felix’s hands tightened on her waist. “What’s that?”

Chapter Five Marguerite “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, wiping off nonexistent dust from my shirt. “Say it like you mean it.” Vinn made a face. “Do you want me to pick you up after school? We could spend Christmas together if you don’t have plans.” Vinn suggested as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby—the Kawasaki ZX10R SE. It was Christmas Day. Fucking Christmas Day and our professors who weren’t loved at home, set the day for classes.

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 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.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.