Gravity Falls Christmas Novels & Stories

All I want is something, anything that will act like a distraction, anything that will shield me from those men. Looking back, I cursed under my breath when I noticed them chasing after me. “What the fuck is their deal?” Why are they acting as if I stole their Christmas present? I cringed at the word Christmas. Let’s just say I have the worst experience when it comes to Christmas. Growing up, I used to think that Santa Claus is actually real, that he actually dropped gifts every Christmas Eve. Imagine the disappointment of a seven years old when she found Santa Claus bleeding out on their porch, only that it wasn’t actually Santa, but my father Mr. Fordd Smith.

And had to lie to Chris that she had nothing to do with Owen. Since when did Brawen have to be such a despicable liar. Today is Christmas break, good children will have gifts from Santa Claus, she slightly smirks at herself, a child who lies like her probably won't have a gift. While her mind was in a daze and not paying attention, Brawen slipped on a thin layer of ice and fell to the ground, a relatively spectacular winter "frog capture". The ground is really cold. She's also really lonely. Brawen let out a small sigh, his breath blowing out into smoke and quickly disappearing into nothingness.

"Well, get ready for a crash course then." "Christmas is a special time of the year," she explained, her voice filled with warmth. "It's a time when people come together to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. It's a time of love, joy, and giving. We exchange gifts, spend time with loved ones, and spread kindness to others."

Victor hopped around, tiptoeing as he shouted, "Grace, I'll kill you!" Grace laughed and ran back to her room, throwing herself onto the bed and calling Xander. It rang for a while before he answered, his voice husky with waking up, "Gracie." "You haven't gotten up yet?" "Mm." His voice sounded muffled. Grace couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. "Today's Christmas Eve, aren't you bothered by the excitement? It's chaos here." Xander became a bit more awake. Summitview Manor was always quiet year-round. Even with two more family members, it remained so. Compared to the bustle where Grace was, his place seemed somewhat eerie.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

I collapsed on the floor, clutching the phone, and wept. The snow was falling outside, thick and heavy, just like that Christmas night. But this time, no one was ever coming back to me.

Halfway down— Noise. Voices. Loud ones. The sound rose gradually the lower we went, like stepping into another dimension. “I DIDN’T TOUCH IT!” Malik’s voice echoed. “That is not how gravity works!” Denise snapped back. Alex laughed. Oh no. Alaric stopped mid-step. His jaw tightened. “You hear that?” I asked sweetly. “Yes.” “That’s Christmas.” “That is chaos.” Another loud clatter came from what sounded like the kitchen. Ava’s voice floated up. “Why is there glitter everywhere?!”