Jack Christmas Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Listen, tomorrow is our three-year anniversary. I’ve got a surprise lined up." ​"Tomorrow?" I blinked, surprised. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be in pre-season training in LA?" ​"I handled it," Jax replied with a smug, handsome smirk. "I'm flying into Chicago tonight. I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight sharp. So be ready." ​"Okay, mystery man," I laughed gently. "What's the dress code? What should I wear?" ​Jax paused, studying my face through the screen, his expression softening into pure devotion. "Vance, you could wear an oversized paper bag and you’d still be the most gorgeous woman in every room you walk into. Just dress up. Leave the rest to me."

"...you cross Santa with a duck?" "I don't know..." we all chorus... "... What do you get if you cross Santa with a duck?" "A Christmas quacker." Larry's grimace deepens, then he huffs a laugh, screws up the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. James grins. So does Richard. Charlotte offers her cracker to James. "We need to pull the rest of the crackers. You need a hat too." His grin dissolves. So does Richard's as Beth turns, bearing on him, with a 50mm calibre cracker.

Chrissy says to me as he lifts the box. We let him walk out the door first after telling him we want it taken down to the restaurant area. That way it’s easier for us to just follow him and enjoy the view of his well toned buttocks. “It’s a bit early to be playing Santa at this time of the year, is it not?” Jax asks, curiously stretching his neck to look over the box. “It sure is. That’s why that box you are holding is for one lucky birthday girl today,” I answer him with a smile.

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."