Foxy Christmas Novels & Stories

“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

she hesitated "—purple, apparently. She won't be long, I'm sure. Deep joy, I thought wryly, wondering what on earth Roxy was planning to do with it before remembering that the new Sam—Samantha—had resolved to wholeheartedly embrace Christmas this year. "Okay. Fine." "Fine?" Alice fired me a look not dissimilar to the one I'd sent in her direction moments earlier. "You just seen the Ghost of Christmas Past or something?"

Theo rolled his eyes, lighting the joint he'd rolled, taking a deep inhale and handed it to me, smiling when I took it. He exhaled. "Foxen have a natural pheromone in their auras when partly shifted." He explained turning to Lisa while I took an inhale then held it up for Xavier. "Why?" She asked, raising a brow as she took the joint from Dane. I giggled, shrugging. "Who wants to fight me when I'm so cute?" I twitched my ears at her. She choked for a moment laughing. "You're an idiot." I stuck my tongue at her. "And you're my friend, like chooses like."

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.

“Ivy, you should absolutely turn Lex into a frog, we could have a frog race for Christmas.” Everyone smiled rolling their eyes at my brother. “Shit.” I said not meaning to think out loud. “What’s up Felix?” Lex said looking at me through the mirror. “Christmas is right around the corner and well I’m sure Star has never celebrated given her life. Can you maybe set something up for a small party with just all of us and gamma Ryker?” He smiled at me nodding his head. “No problem man, I’m sure my beautiful mate here can help as well.”

Roxy had been relentless in her persuasion, a force of nature armed with glittery eyeshadow and an unshakeable belief that a party could solve anything. "It'll be fun! Everyone will be there. You need to let loose and celebrate our big win!" she'd argued, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I, wanting to be a good friend and secretly hoping Roxy was right, had reluctantly agreed.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

Yet, there seemed to be no bullet fired. “The magazines are here.” Tyr lifted his hand, showing the clip in his hand. “I told you that your gun couldn’t kill me.” Foxy froze. It was like she had seen a ghost. Tyr had not only dodged her first bullet but also stole her magazine from right under her nose. She did not notice a single thing or even grasped when he had struck. The speed far exceeded Foxy’s understanding. “You can have it back.” Tyr did not show a shred of mercy. He slammed his palm to Foxy’s chest and the other to her mouth. In a blink of an eye, Tyr had already stuffed a handful of bullets into her mouth.

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.