Foxy Christmas Novels & Stories

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

“You’ve got one job: make him happy.” “Got it,” Jasmine muttered under her breath, her stomach tightening at the thought of serving a man with a reputation for being impossible to please. --- The restaurant opened its doors to the city’s elite, and the festive atmosphere buzzed with energy. Garlands of holly and twinkling lights adorned every corner, twinkling fairy lights lined the windows, and a towering Christmas tree adorned the corner. Holiday music played softly in the background. The smell of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint chill of December air each time the door opened and customers trickled in, bringing with them the crisp scent of wi

AVA The Christmas gala was finally here. I stood in front of the mirror, holding my breath as I stared at the dress Ryan had gotten for me. The dress fit so perfectly. It was smooth and soft and hugged my body like it was made just for me. Ryan had chosen a dark green colour, and truly, he made the right choice. The colour made my skin glow, and the way it flowed around my legs made me feel different. Like someone elegant. Like royalty. But I was nervous. Very nervous.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

WILD IMAGINATION. XOXO

Felix, wearing a Santa hat, served as the family's own Santa Claus, handing out gifts with a sparkle in his eye. As the unwrapping commenced, laughter filled the room. Zoey's eyes sparkled with excitement as she opened her presents, and Liam, too young to understand the concept of gifts, clapped his tiny hands at the crinkling sound of wrapping paper. "How adorable," they uttered as they both smiled while watching Liam altogether. Felix had a peaceful moment with Marianne despite the celebratory bustle. He handed her a nicely wrapped present, his eyes wide with eagerness. "Merry Christmas, my love."

Suddenly, the old fox glanced down at her and casually tossed her a carrot with a smirk playing at his lips. “Tell me, little bunny—am I the most handsome man you've ever met?” She caught the carrot and smiled fearlessly. “Sorry, old fox, you're not. Your ex-assistant is just a tiny bit more handsome than you—the one who fell from grace, Frost.” The old fox snorted dismissively, full of disdain. “A mere pretty face. What’s so good about that?” She took a bite of the carrot and replied, “It’s because he’s just a pretty face, that’s why he’s good-looking!”

Daniel in the middle, a gay looking male on his left and on his right was— Camelle Houston, the trending makeup artist. She went viral when she made up the first lady of the United States. How did Damon get her to come here? How much would that cost? “Can we come in ma'am?” Camelle asked. I nodded, quickly coming back to reality that I was gawking at them. “ please.” Daniel stayed back while Camelle and the gay looking man walked in. “I would be waiting downstairs.” I nodded and Daniel left. Then I faced Camelle and the man with her bag. “I'm Camelle Houston and this is my assistant, Gerald Tyler. We are your make-up artist and designers for the day.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov