Grumpy Xmas Novels & Stories

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

“Every second you waste is another inch of skin I take.” The man grunted and then laughed again—a terrifying, gurgling sound. “Go ahead and kill me, Your Highness. It won't change the calendar. It’s December fifth. You have twenty days until Christmas. Twenty…” he paused, chuckling. “Probably nineteen days left now until Christmas. Nineteen days until the mercy ends and your mate dies.” I twisted the dagger, and he shrieked, his claws digging into the dirt as he struggled under the weight of the tree.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

I have a date in mind, but I’m not sure how he’ll take it. I can’t help but smile mischievously, and he narrows his eyes. “I don’t like that smile. The answer is no.” I pout, fluttering my lashes at him. “Don’t be like that, Gray.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Fine. What’s your idea?” “Christmas Day!” I exclaim, beaming at him. He laughs at first, like I’m joking, but quickly realizes I’m dead serious. His laughter fades as his brow furrows. “Wait… that’s…” He starts counting on his fingers, his expression slowly shifting to disbelief. “That’s four weeks and two days away.”

“What items would those be?” “There are several,” Brady said, undeterred by their attitudes. He hadn’t expected this job to be easy, after all. “For example, the Christmas festivities. I haven’t been in town long, but my understanding is that Christmas used to be a special time here in Holiday Hills. Now, it seems to be more of an afterthought.”

He attempted to make conversation. “Hey, buddy. I got the spiked egg nog. I'm sure it will cheer you up-” “Women are vile creatures of unreason.” Sam grated. His voice was rough and weary. There were dark circles under his eyes. “The holidays are upon us, and I'm going to spend them alone.” Gabe munched his chicken and attempted blitheness: “You're always alone on Christmas, Sam.”

he whispers, making him gulp, "Okay, Grumpy?" — Grumpy's flustered 🤭 Don't forget to vote, comment and follow ❤️

It was only the stupid mating bond thoughts speaking, none of this was me! “No, thanks! I honestly don't think we have anything we need to catch up on about each other’s lives,” pulling my arm back, I could feel half of my heart breaking in two due to the momentary sad expression he showed after hearing my answer. “Our Mothers might, strangely, be friends now, but it doesn't mean we need to be too. So, if you excuse me, I need to leave now... Merry Christmas.” Merry Christmas… was it appropriate to say right now?

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.

Hayley asked him, a frown on her face as she looked around to where Gerald has gestured. "Well, I'm just saying. The house looks great without it. Do we need those lousy decorations?" Gerald looked super gory when he said that. "Gerald?" I raised a brow in confusion. Did he seriously just call Christmas decorations, lousy? However, he didn't seem to care one bit about what he had said so dismissively. The same as Arthur. They were both Grinch’s and sadists…seems. "Well, I'm sorry..." He shrugged, showing no remorse. "But it's not a great idea to have Christmas decorations up now."