Grumpy Xmas Novels & Stories

Winter poured Jimmy another cup of coffee. Jimmy waved it off and took the cup. “You don’t have to be so formal with me. You were my student. Besides, I live alone. The holidays aren’t much different from any other day for me. I’m more worried about you.” He frowned. “When Mrs. Xander Sr. passed, I heard Chris refused to acknowledge your place in the family. Where did you spend the holiday?” Winter tightened her grip on her cup and said as calmly as she could, “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“That’s what you get for messing up with me.” “You ruined my shoes.” He yells, glaring down at his scuffed white sneakers. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before grabbing me, Mr Grumpy.” I smirk, folding my arms across my chest. His eyes widen at my words. “What did you just say? Mr Grumpy?” I laugh at the look on his face. “Yeah, you heard me—Mr Grumpy. Fits you perfectly, don’t you think?” His eyes narrow, and he steps closer, towering over me. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

"Xavier, what do you want for Christmas this year?" "Christmas? Seriously?" Xavier shook his head, ushering him into his home. "You poor thing. You've lost it. We haven't celebrated Christmas as a family for years. What is your pretty little wife doing to you?" "Very funny." Grayson slid out of his overcoat and hung it in the coat closet, as did his brother. "No, I'd like to celebrate at the castle with father and you as a family this year." "Okay. You need a drink... now," Xavier joked as he crossed the room to the bar, pulled two On the Rocks glasses out from underneath, and made them both Scotches straight up. Then held one out to Grayson. "Here. Drink this."

Grandpa Martes handed me a cutie cup which made me talk to myself and says, "Aw I remember this cup." "Thank you Grandpa" I smiled. "Don't thank me yet, take a sip first." he said and went to turn off the annoying TV saying things about the weather. I mean. . . it's December of course it shows, Christmas is coming and why are you people still overeacts? It's midnight already, why so nonstop eh? I took a sip and, "Grandppppaaa, you know I hate tea right? Grandmmmmmaaaaa!!!" I cried.

she commended. I bowed. “Thank you ma. You have such a lovely home." She shrugged. “It's little, but I hope you feel comfortable." “Little? No way. And, you have such an awesome taste." She laughed. “Hello," Damon called. “I’m right here." “Oh, I see you. I just don't want to pay you any attention," Grandma Rose said. We both burst out laughing. “Come on, give grandma a hug," she said, holding open her arms.

He will be angry at the people who have lied to his life and trust those close to him who gave him a grain of truth. Hunter clenched his fist against the surface of the window that revealed a view of his office grounds covered with falling yellow leaves. Soon Christmas will come. He won't be able to celebrate Christmas with Mila anymore. This Christmas he will be stuck with his grumpy parents. Or worst, he'll just spend Christmas alone at home in silence.

he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that...” “Eh!” I shout, not wanting to turn his emotions into something sour, “I know all about your troubles, Santa.” I wiggle my nose, “I know the North Pole has been especially cold this year, and Santa's had to be very frugal this Christmas.” He nods, “I'm glad you understand.” I shake my head. “That doesn't mean Santa gets off scot-free.” He puffs out his chest, putting on his best deep Santa voice, “What can

I grinned. “Now that everything is planned,” Grandfather said. “Merry Christmas, everyone! Let’s eat!” “Finally!” I exclaimed, and everyone laughed, except the evil witch who was glaring at me.

Christopher rolled his eyes, "I don't care. Just pick something and let's go." Sandy gave him a lighthearted glare, "Don't be such a Scrooge, Christopher. It's Christmas, live a little!" Her infectious excitement seemed to have an effect, as Christopher reluctantly started to join us in picking decorations. After what felt like an eternity of debating and searching, we finally made our choices. We approached the cash register, and I couldn't help but feel amazed at all the beautiful decorations piled up in our shopping cart. As we paid for our purchases, Christopher's grumpy attitude continued to amuse us. Sandy turned to him, "You know, you can't resist the festive cheer forever. One day, y

he said walking to the door and outside the mansion I felt disgusted. Not after I thought my life was going the right way he comes with his mean words and tone again. “Hey are you okay” I heard a warm voice from behind. Turing to see Jasper I loosened up “Hi. I didn’t know you were around” I said trying to hide my disgust feeling “Yeah I just came to talk about something with ‘Mr Grumpy’ before we head out to work” he said jokingly His statement brought a tender laugh to my face and I couldn’t help but laugh. “He is really ‘Mr Grumpy’ I don’t understand why he has to be though” I said back