Foxy Christmas の小説・ストーリー

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

It was a Christmas of firsts for both Felix and Cassie. For Felix, this was the first time that his house had ever been decorated for Christmas. In the past, he had put up a plastic miniature tree if he remembered and while Hazel had still been alive, she had put up a menorah for the December festivities. Now, the decorations started right from the gates to the mansion, with the pathway leading to the house lined with colorful reindeer figurines, giant candy canes and plastic snowmen. The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space.

I don’t think I just act. I hear what sounds like vehicles. I put the guns away and run to Rebel. “Rebel, it’s ok. Mommy is here. Mommy has got you.” I untie her and pick her up and grunt in discomfort. She clings to me as I turn and run with her to the door. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” I stop and turn to see Foxy flicking a lighter in her hand and I sniff the air and I can smell gasoline. “Let her go Foxy, that was the deal.” I say to her as she walks closer. She is wearing a skirt that barely covers her pussy, a top that just about covers her chest and sky high heels. Her red hair is down in curls and her makeup is on point.

The air was filled with the scent of pine from the towering Christmas tree in the foyer, its lights twinkling like stars against the snow-dusted windows. Penelope smoothed her crisp black maid's uniform, the fabric hugging her curves a bit too snugly after the holiday indulgences. she was the picture of quiet beauty, long auburn hair tied in a neat bun, porcelain skin flushed from the warmth of the roaring fireplace, and wide green eyes that darted nervously whenever someone addressed her directly.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

I asked, forcing her to stand next to me. With a nod, she moved her chair to give herself enough space to stand next to me. Given the opportunity, one of the waiters tucked a fart cushion on her chair as she was busy looking at me suspiciously once again. To ensure that everything goes according to plan, a microphone was placed right behind her for when the time comes. "Dear friends! Today marks the first year celebrating Christmas as one family of strong and unbreakable wolves." Everyone cheered and howled, enjoying the speech.

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

) and bounced away; Finn could feel his contentedness well up inside of him before spilling over into his own emotions, and he let it, let it fill his mind and body. “Disgusting”. Fox grumbled from his spot on the couch, in his usual spot with an arm wrapped around Jax’s shoulders. His partner slapped him on the shoulder lightly, scolding him. “No, wrong, they’re absolutely adorable,” He said, shaking his fists in tiny, excited motions and smiling widely, “you can't tell me they’re not the cutest thing to happen all year.” Fox rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a hypocrite”. Finn added meekly; Fox stared at him with his sharp gaze, the kind of look that Finn had to build up an immunity to.

William exclaimed, pointing at the enemy behind Foxie. In a second, the color of Foxie's eyes changed. It turned yellow and glowed like stars in the night, just like William's a while ago. The girl's sharp nails had sunk into the enemy's neck even before the opponent's fang landed on her shoulder. Foxie did it in front of and while facing William, not looking back at the opponent. The blood of the enemy runs down her long nails and into her fingers. Nothing on Foxie's body was different except her eyes and nails.

"Great, merry Christmas everyone! Let the celebration begin!" Everyone clapped cheerfully, their attention on Joy's fragile figure who was the happiest today. She held Logan's hand and murmured, "I have presents for everyone under the bed. Give it to them please." Logan crouched down and found a large paper bag which consisted of many ugly, Christmas sweaters. Everyone- even grandpa wore it without grumbling to please Joy. Then they all sang Christmas carols and watched the same old Christmas movies on the huge tv. "This is perfect," Joy said to Logan as he sat next to her. "The Christmas tree, the Santa . . . You . . . "