Jack Christmas Novels & Stories

We both aren't. "So, what's this so-called exciting news?" I inquired, exaggerating it with a hand gesture. Her face lit up again before she spoke. "There's this steamy Christmas show, or should I say contest, that an entertainment company is organizing. And it has this kinky theme that is so captivating, and I think this is exactly what you need!" My shoulder shook up and down because I was trying to control my laughter. "Ha... ha... ha, aren't you just too silly?" I laughed harder. "How the hell is this useful to me?" It seems my outburst of laughter annoyed her because she gave me a blank, layered look before saying, "It does in every way. First, it's a free vacation treat to an island in

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

I hopped in the car, delighting in the warmth. "You look fabulous," he told me, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Thanks. I got you a present!" "What is it?" "Can't tell!" He rolled his eyes. "You're a tease." "I've heard that before." When we got to the house, everyone was in the living room, even Jackson. They were watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on TV. Jackson looked quite entertained, and it was adorable. "Merry Christmas!" Jackson bellowed, grinning at Simon and me.

he held her hand. “Noah got a wonderful father too. He’s a world-famous boxer and going to guide him as he grows up,” Charlotte said. Before going to the bill counter, Jaxson walked near the display freezer. Charlotte followed him thinking he’s going to get yogurt or something. “Got it,” Jaxson smiled getting the ice bar which is his favorite when he was a teenager. “I missed this so much,” he whined and took the entire pack of twenty. “You’re going to eat everything?” she asked.

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

The pack burst into laughter. Jackson grinned. “I think that’s his way of saying, ‘Enough speeches—where’s the cake?’” The cake was a masterpiece—chocolate, shaped like a wolf pup, tiny sugar paw prints trailing along the edges. Jackson carried it out carefully, the single candle flickering. “Alright, birthday boy,” he said, setting it before Xavier. “Make a wish.” We sang, voices blending, Xavier’s eyes wide with wonder. He reached for the cake before we even finished.

But now that he had seen her present, which was so beautifully wrapped, he was embarrassed to give her his. His present was way too shabby in comparison. "Well, next time then. Make sure you give me a Christmas present next year!" Jacqueline said. Morris hesitated, unsure how to respond, but she had already taken his hand. "It’s decided! Pinky promise – you must give me a Christmas present next year!" As she spoke, she linked her pinky with his, sealing the promise.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

Jax tried to ease my worries. Beside us, Sophie and Cage were locked in their own battle. Sophie had just knocked down seven pins, and Zharn was hyping her up like she’d won an Olympic medal. Jax stepped behind me, lowering his voice near my ear. "You need to relax your wrist. Your power is in your wrist, Scarlett." My name rolled smoothly off his tongue. I stiffened at his closeness. "I am relaxed." He chuckled. "Not with the amount of tension in your shoulders."

His presence was strangely comforting. To lighten the mood, he teased me a bit. “You know,” he said, “you run pretty fast for someone who claims she was just out for fresh air.” I gave a weak laugh. “I had a lot on my mind.” “Maybe next time pick a place without giant wolves,” he joked gently. I looked at him, shocked that he could joke after such a thing, but his smile was warm, not mocking. I found myself staring at him. He was so handsome. Ridiculously handsome. The kind of handsome that made my stomach twist. The kind of handsome that belonged to models or movie stars.