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He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

she said, shaking my arm. I shook her off. "You were the ones who made this a joke first." She suddenly rushed out of the room. Seconds later, she stormed back in with some apples. She threw them at me. "You haven't had this variety of apples, right? Fine. They're all yours. Eat as much as you want. If you want to leave, finish these first!" The commotion drew the entire family over. James finally spoke, every word he uttered directed at me. "Preston, it's New Year's. Do you have to make us angry? Look at what this house has turned into because of you!"

“Who are you, and what did you do with my Grinch mate?” “I'm not a Grinch.” “You literally said Christmas was 'unnecessary human nonsense' three days ago.” “I've evolved.” Marcus and Connor exchanged amused looks. We spent two hours planning every detail. Elder Margaret's proposed menu made my mouth water. Diana's Secret Santa rules ensured everyone could participate regardless of financial situation. Christian's focus and genuine enthusiasm made me fall in love with him all over again. I taught holiday crafts to pack children in the common room. Twenty kids surrounded tables covered in paper, paint, glue, and glitter—so much glitter.

The year before, when Jamie fell sick, they filled half his room with Christmas gifts just to cheer him up. As for me, every year, my Christmas gifts were whatever items Ava no longer needed. This time, it was finally my turn to get something special, but whatever it was, I would never be able to use it. Just then, my uncle, Cole Hale, and his family walked in with their arms full of bags. With smiles on their faces, they went around exchanging Christmas greetings with everyone. Mom immediately went over toward them. "You're here, Cole! Where's Lyra?"

“I was the one who brought up the gift money in the first place. I’m pathetic! I gave that money, then wanted to take it back. It wasn’t just you two. Anna begged us for help at the end, and not one of us listened to her!” With that, he pulled a stack of cash from his pocket and placed it on the ground. “This was supposed to be Anna’s Christmas gift. Use it for her funeral.” One by one, the others followed. “This is from me.” “And from me…” In the end, the money that was meant for me found its way back. After everyone left, Dad collapsed as if all strength had drained from him. He fell to the floor. For the first time, he looked disheveled and vulnerable.

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

"Don't you know that it's Christmas! What do you think you're doing with that damn attitude of yours? It was just a damn persimmon! Why the hell must you make the entire family so awkward and uncomfortable over that? "And as for Vivian, don't you know that she's already been reserved enough while living with us as a family? What the hell was your outburst for, embarrassing her like that? "You're just set on making things difficult for your mom and me, aren't you, you ungrateful brat?" My head was slapped to the side. I then glared at him. Before coming back for Christmas, I had specifically told them I would arrive a day or two early to spend the holiday season with them, but none of them ca

Caleb didn’t want a big celebration, because he hated the way his family celebrated holidays. His father was always working and his mom decided to plan holiday parties instead, so she could brag to the people who attended, that her husband was wealthy and famous. So, instead of buying a huge tree and decorating the entire apartment with flowers and lights, I bought him a pair of socks that had the Grinch just under the heel. He loved it so much he wore it every day for a week. And now…he was using it to tell me that he was potentially having sex with his girlfriend.

There’s only so much stimulation a guy can take without an outlet before that frustration gets difficult to hide. To redirect both our attentions, I gesture to the bags. “What are all these?” “Christmas decorations.” Sorting bags of evergreen cuttings onto the floor beside the tree, Grace unloads those still carrying groceries onto the counter. “I didn’t know what your holiday traditions were, but we can incorporate them too.” “These look more like food than any decoration I’ve ever seen.” Curious, I step closer, unconsciously sorting oranges and apples into separate groups on the counter. “Popcorn. Cranberries. Whole cloves. Cinnamon sticks.” Grace wears a slight smile when I glance at her

19th January, 1999 Undisclosed location Joel I watched with satisfaction as Lana stared at Gregory, completely lost for words. So far, I think this is the biggest bombshell I've dropped on her. On the other hand, convincing Gregor on this wasn't as easy as I expected. I will give him that though, the man is loyal to a fault. That's when I used the greatest weapon of all- money. Who knew the great governor could bend by just offering him a few thousand dollars. I never knew that he was deep in debt. Apparently, our good man here found himself in the company of some drug barons and now, they needed the money he was loaned.