Frozen Xmas Novels & Stories

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

...Xavien POV... There is more of a chill in the air this morning, winter is setting in, and the snow has taken over the town. It truly is a winter wonderland; that is if you are into the whole jolly season thing. People mostly celebrate it for all the wrong reasons. Christmas is a time for families, not 'let me see who can buy you the most expensive gift.' So the cold is stopping me from taking my morning walk, but perhaps it is my dreary mood from yesterday. I told myself that I would not bring my irritation from yesterday into this morning. Yet I have, and that is about to increase itself. Guess what? She is phoning again.

Jasmine loved Christmas so much. She and Hermon used to decorate the Christmas tree at home each year. They would walk through the busy streets on Christmas Day, taking in the joy of everyone around them. However, those beloved Christmas customs had diminished since Jasmine and Thorne relocated overseas. She had actually given up on Christmas completely. She was making an effort to move on. Jasmine was, after all, her daughter, whom she had reared for so many years after carrying for nine months. Now, as she stood in the middle of the thronging masses, memories came flooding back, evoking feelings she had previously dismissed.

The silence after hanging up was…holy. I dropped my phone on the couch and stood, stretching my arms overhead while groaning like someone twice my age. My gaze swept across the cabin again. You know what? This could actually work out really great. This felt like something a depressed and unemployed 22 year old ㅡ meㅡ would be interested in on a normal Christmas holiday. Fire. Warmth. Sleep. I set my suitcase to the ground and tripped over it while trying to get to the fireplace. Of course I fucking did.

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.

"Call Vladimir worm once more, and I will cut your tongue. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." After I leave the newly formed pack, I forget my small discussion with Max. When I get home, I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep. But there is no time for it because Christmas is near and is a favorite holiday of the pack. Everyone comes together to prepare for Christmas. We have a big Christmas tree in the park that we usually decorate. All the pups help decorate it. On the 24th we have a big party in the main Pack House for those that were unmated.

Tiny white pieces of plastic simulated falling snow and encircled the jolly soul as he wiggled in a swirling winter wonderland. “That’s pretty cool!” Reid replied, forcing as much fake enthusiasm into his voice as possible. While he attempted to enjoy the holidays for Michael’s sake and though he usually did a pretty good job of pretending, Christmas just wasn’t the same as it used to be. He would manage to get through the holidays, like he always did, but he was certainly one of those people who couldn’t wait to flip the calendar to January.

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.