Grumpy Cat Memes Christmas Novels & Stories

“Daphne, it’s a week to Christmas, and you’ve barely called your stepmother or me. Is this how you want us to end the year? Without speaking? You know that brings bad luck into the new year, right?” I scoff. I don’t believe in that shit, just as I don’t believe in whatever celebrations the whole of New York is obsessed over. The decorations, the traditions, the superstitions…I believe in none of it, and my dad knows that. I also don’t have the best relationship with him, but we try. Moaning comes through the TV, and I roll my eyes, walking further into the house. Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas.

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.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

"Please no. This looks like we came out of one of those old Jcpennys magazines." Ryker said shaking his head. "I'm surprised you even remember what that is gamma Ryker." My mates father, former Alpha Ronan replied laughing as he held his stomach. "Merry Christmas Father, Mother." Felix said hugging his parents. "Yeah, Merry Christmas dad, Merry Christmas mom." Axel smiled hugging his parents tightly, leaving his parents shaking thier heads at thier son. They were also wearing Christmas Pjs, there's had Mr and Ms Clause all over them, it was honestly cute.

But now, he was completely different. I hated getting lost in my thoughts so much, plunging into a whirlwind of memories and feelings that seemed to consume me entirely. And in that moment, I realized how I was starting to hate Christmas, a time that used to be filled with light and joy, was turning into a personal nightmare. I had nothing to celebrate, nothing to be grateful for; the essence of Christmas seemed to have evaporated from my life, leaving only a deep void. There was no reason to smile, not even a sweet memory to warm my heart.

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We heard a female voice from the front door, and we all turned to look. “Mamma! Merry Christmas!” Lexi squealed as she jumped up, and ran to her parents, causing us all to laugh some more. “Joe, I thought you had teenagers, and adults at this point. Did I miss something?” Lexi’s dad asked as he hugged Lexi. “No. All of our pups are 15 or older, but Chassy girl got those as a joke from Colby, and as you can see, they couldn’t resist.” Joe explained.

“I’m the luckiest bastard on earth.” She snuggled closer. “Oh, Richard—that was…just…wow.” I chuckled into her hair. “Wow is a good word.” I glanced over at the clock. “Hey, it’s past midnight. Merry Christmas.” She looked up, her blue eyes tired, sated, and happy. “Merry Christmas.” I tucked her against me. “Go to sleep. Gracie is going to come roaring in here in a few hours, demanding we get up. It’s gonna be a long-ass day.” I yawned. “But what a way to start.”

he said as I got on my seat. “I'm not hungry.” His forehead knotted. ”You are not hungry? But you haven't eat anything, Baby.” He said sounded worrying. “Maybe at least eat a little.” “I'm not in the mood,” I said grinding my teeth in anger. I want to cry because of the pain on my body but this wasn't the right time for me to be weak. “You have to eat, Christmas. Tomorrow is a long day for us.” “I said, I'm not hung–”

I liked them both, so I happily agreed. That Christmas Eve turned out to be unlike any other. I spent it with Lucy and Kyle, who had a big dog and two cats. We ordered pizza, popped open champagne, and counted down to Christmas together in front of the TV. "Merry Christmas! The new year is almost here—may it bring you a fresh start. I wish you nothing but happiness and health, Melanie!" Lucy said. I couldn't find the words to express how deeply moved I was, feeling profoundly grateful that she had come into my life.