Novelas y relatos de How The Grinch Stole Christmas

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

I laughed, sorting the presents in front of the children. “Are all these presents for me?” Kiyah squealed. “Yes, but there are still more to come.” “These children are spoiled,” Dad complained as he filtered in with his own sack of toys. “Back in my day—” “No one gives a damn, honey,” Mom interrupted, accepting hugs and kisses from the children. “Oh, no one gives a damn, huh? I can take these gifts back to the store.” “That means you’re the Grinch, Granddad!” Casey accused.

We moved straight to the basement which was a thick wall of damp bricks. I remembered a trick my mom usually do and I tried it. She will push an odd stone in a set. In her words, she will tell me that’s a trick to find the gifts delivered by Santa Claus every Christmas eve. This was the lie she told me when I was a child then. The stone made a mechanical sound as a wall was pushed in to reveal a secret room.

I pressed my body against his, ass against his cock, and grinded as I danced. His hands were sliding down to my panties and he pushed them down, allowing them fall down to my ankles. I kicked them off, naked as they were. He unclothed himself, his shirt, his pants dropping to his feet, his erect cock hitting his bellybutton. I put my hand round it, caressing slowly when I felt something cold. Metals. He pierced his cock! He moaned, holding my hand, moving it to slowly stroke him. And I went down on my knees, the music still pounding. I put his cock in my mouth, and sucked him deep, and my tongue went round the end and I gently flicked the rings on his cock:

"Just like I told the girls, best Christmas present I ever got." We sat on the sofa in silence holding and caressing each other for almost for an hour. I got up and went to check on the girls to make sure that they were asleep. We drank Santa's milk, ate his cookies, leaving a few crumbs on the plate, and put the oatmeal back in the box, also leaving a pile grains on the floor near the bowl. Reindeer are very messy animals when they eat.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

Before Whitney, she didn't even know what loneliness was. Now? Every night away from her was unbearably so. ******************** | Whitney | Kendra was asleep by the time Whitney snuck inside their home to grab another fresh pair of pajamas, as well as a couple more articles of clothing just in case. Her heart hammered in her chest as she quietly locked up and advanced quickly toward the direction of her practical black Prius. She followed Hollis for fifteen minutes, driving down the still Maine streets with ease. Whitney was looking forward to a real Christmas this year, with snow and ice skating and...

Ollie mimicked his movement and sat down between my legs, Mike being the only disinterested one and choosing to finish Grinch instead. “Well,” Carter started, “my parents have been dating for a few years and they were already living together when dad proposed. It was their third or fourth Christmas together I think and dad decided to tie the engagement ring which he planned to give papa, on the mistletoe. All nigh he waited for my father to see it but even after dinner he didn’t even spare a glance towards the mistletoe. So my dad waited days and days after Christmas, hoping that papa will notice the ring. But then, one day he came from work and the mistletoe along with all the decorations w

Noelle removed the wrapping and held up a new squeaky toy for Goldie who barked with glee and then took it out of Noelle’s hands to investigate more. Brady reached beneath the tree and pulled out another gift. “This one’s for you, buddy,” he said to Pooch, unwrapping a new bone. The gift had Pooch giddy with excitement. He took it and dragged it across the floor, already gnawing on the end. “What about me?” Noelle asked. “Where’s my one Christmas Eve present?” “Didn’t you already open one at your mom’s house?” Brady asked, a twinkle in his eye.

He knew they’d both remember this evening for a long time, and once he realized that Melody was standing next to him now, he knew it would be a night he would never forget. For the next thirty minutes, they stood together on the edge of the sidewalk watching streams of floats, another marching band, cars, horses, and all sorts of Christmas characters come by. Whenever anyone threw candy, Michael instinctively dove for it, even though after he pocketed a few pieces, Reid made sure he gave the rest to the other children around them. When a gingerbread house float complete with faux gumdrops and white icing came by, Michael laughed with glee. But nothing compared to his expression at the very e