Httyd Christmas Special Novels & Stories

“So what’s your plan?” “You, me, and a couple of guys go down to Florida and bring Lana and Keisha home,” Carter said simply as he picked up his drink. “When?” Hugo asked. “Tomorrow,” he answered. “But tomorrow is Christmas Eve,” Wendy said. “And the day after that is Christmas Day,” Carter said. “The newest Mitchell will be playing with her new toys from Santa here in the penthouse with her mother and father.” ****

Hello lovely readers, this is the Christmas special chapter which means you get to read it for free. Please note that this chapter isn't affiliated with the original book, it's just a work I put together specifically for Christmas. I hope you enjoy it though. Xoxo Merry Christmas "Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand." ~Dr. Seuss

Jeanne stood aside, monitoring the situation. Cindy took a deep breath and raised her voice. “I am Skymond’s Cindy, today I bring a special design for the Christmas season.” When she opened the box with her design, everyone was taken aback. “Four-pointed star necklace called Finding Happiness. It's based on a touching fairy tale that I heard from someone who I've treasured all my life." Mike's gentle gaze on her gave her more motivation to continue her presentation. “Certainly all of you want to have a happy love, hold hands with your loved one through the cold winters, and spend a peaceful Christmas with your family and loved ones. That small wish is not achieved by everyone."

My heart thudded. “Five!” I looked around. At my friends. At my father. At this house that no longer felt intimidating. Just full. “Four!” Alaric’s hand tightened slightly. “Three!” His breath brushed against my temple. “Two!” I smiled without even meaning to. “One!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The room exploded into noise. Laughter. Cheers. Someone popped something that sounded suspiciously like a champagne cork. Malik tackled Alex onto the rug. Zendaya screamed happily.

' How about you? "Okay, but are you mad at me because the lights are tangled?" "Absolutely not. Well, unless you were up in the attic last night and tied them in knots. You weren't, were you?" Wyatt chuckled. "No." Mitch ruffled Wyatt's hair. "Of course not, you didn't do it, and no one is mad at anyone. It's Christmas, and Christmas Eve is only four days away. Let's get these lights going. Here, Wy, you take this end and walk to the door with it."

Or if I'm lucky enough, it will come once a year like Christmas too. How awesome would it be to find him all wrapped up under the tree every Chrismas Eve, just waiting for me to enjoy him until New Year. Huh, that's a good idea. Perhaps I can pitch it to him? ‘A Christmas Dream’, perhaps pitch it to Netfl!x too for Christmas's Specials.

And Noah, in front of everyone, let go of my hand to pass a gift box to Heidi. "Heidi, your Christmas present." Heidi excitedly tore it open. When she pulled out the worn pocket watch inside, she pouted. "Noah, you're so rich. Why are you giving me something this old?" Noah smiled without answering. But I froze completely. I'd seen that pocket watch before, in the portrait of Noah's late father.

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."

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?"

(FIVE YEARS AGO) (THIRD PERSON'S POV) DECEMBER 25TH, 2019 It was the first time in five years that there would be a Christmas party hosted by the Hortons. It was the first Christmas party since Margo Horton's disappearance. The house was beautifully decorated and the rooms were colorfully fully lit to celebrate the season. For a family with only two members currently present, the mansion was filled with many people. All workers and close relatives. Slade Horton, aged 12, was seated at the foot of the stairs, watching as the workers of the Horton household sang Christmas carols. He was barely noticed by anyone and was so carried away by the carols that when a gentle hand landed on his shoulde