Hunter X Hunter Christmas Novels & Stories

The mood was peaceful and he was going to ruin it, sadly. "Dad, I want to tell you guys something," He said, facing Xander who put his fork down, giving his full attention to Hunter. "Hmmm?" "I'm going to marry Alpha King's daughter in three months," Hunter asserted. Sheer silence fell on them as they all paused. Angela had her cheek full of food as she stopped chewing, gaping at her brother astonished. "He's pranking us," Rasmus said with a light smile. Hunter's eyes found those wide hazel spheres as he stared at her intensely. "I'm not lying," He said solemnly, causing Angela to cough as Catherine gently patted her back.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

Xander groaned internally for he was so close to taste her lips, he was dying to kiss those soft lips of hers. On noticing Scar wasn't ready yet, Kat asked, "Scar, hurry up babe. We gotta leave soon." Scarlett quickly nodded and went upstairs saying, "I'll get changed." Xander was confused by all this. Leave? Where were they leaving to? It's Christmas today and although he doesn't celebrate it usually but he wanted to today with his Triantáfyllo. He wanted to send the rest of the day with her So he asked her friend, "Where are you both going?"

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

I walk behind her and because I beard is brittle I use it to my full advantage which makes her giggle in front of me but she can't move because I've got her caged between me and the counter. "It's a Christmas gift to her and she has no idea. He wanted to ask Finley for permission first" "Oh he's a good lad, both our boys are" As the day goes on and the gifts have been given and dinner has been eaten we all sit around laugh and joking. Hunter and Charlie had a few errands to run and Jaxon's speech will be happening shortly. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen. If I could have your attention pleaS" Jaxon says into the microphone. I'm full of pride and respect for my lad up there about to ask the lo

her mother chanted. Krysie lazily nodded her head and stood making Hunter grunt. She walked towards the Christmas tree and pulled out her gifts for the three. A devilish grin appeared on her lips as she faced the siblings. She saw they straighten their backs; looking nervous and excited at the same time.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

Another door slid open, revealing a narrow shaft descending into darkness. Cold air rushed up. Old air. Below us, something hummed. Not machinery. Not quite. Memory. Footsteps thundered outside the dead zone. The wall began to buckle. I took her hand. And stepped into the dark with her. Behind us, the dead zone collapsed. And above us, the hunters finally broke through. Too late.

And then he suddenly remembered something. “I have a present for you,” he said to Ash. He handed her a plain brown gift box tied closed with a ribbon made of twine. Inside the box was a braided leather bracelet with a silver clasp. She pulled the bracelet from its cushion inside the box and a small silver wolf charm dangling from it. Ash was speechless. “Do you like it?” Hunter asked, looking a little worried. Ash’s eyes sparkled with delight. “It’s perfect. Thank you!” Hunter helped Ash put on the bracelet. As he closed the clasp around her left wrist, Ash kissed him lightly on his cheek.

Hunter was completely alone. My heart did a strange flip in my chest, relief and confusion mixing together in a way that made me dizzy. Hunter reached the bottom of the stairs and grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby table. He raised it high above his head and the room fell silent immediately, everyone waiting to hear what he would say. "Welcome, everyone," Hunter said, his voice carrying easily across the crowded space. "Thank you all for coming tonight to help me ring in the new year. I hope you're all having a wonderful time."