Kinky Christmas Novels & Stories

"If we round them up in one sweep, the whole town will be quiet and safe for Christmas. Didn't you say you wanted a quiet Christmas? I definitely think Ridge is trying to appease his girlfriend, but the quiet Christmas sounds great to me. I don't want a dead guy under the tree. "What about Regina and my shopping trip tonight?" There are only two days until Christmas, and I still haven't gotten anything for Spencer. It's driving me insane. I usually have all my Christmas shopping done by Thanksgiving. It was bad enough my sister got a dog weeks before Christmas, now I have to find something for Spencer and Frankie, too.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

I gave Cindy a quick kiss, then took out three short thick candy canes, and a smaller one for us to lick. "Since it's Christmas," I said, "we're going to have candy canes. More specifically, we three women are going to insert these candy canes in our cunts, and Master is going to eat candy canes. Cindy, I'm afraid he won't be able to lick yours down to the end, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it anyway." "Julia," she said, "you are so sick and twisted. I love it." "So do I," Lisa said, lying back on the bed, spreading her legs and carefully inserting the candy.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

But there, in the cold dawn, surrounded by pine trees, unlit lights, and a woman who arrived and turned everything upside down… I realize that maybe Christmas is doing something to me. Something dangerous. Something good. And maybe—just maybe—I don’t want to stop it.

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.

My entire body is shaking, it feels like I’ve been slammed down from the top of a shelf, boneless on the bed. I manage to look down at him, breathing heavily like I ran up a long staircase. Jaxon’s face is covered in droplets—all thanks to my pussy, his mouth glistening as he smiles at me. I smile weakly too. Then, in a sexy, rich growl, he asks, “Are you too dazed to go Christmas shopping with me?”

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”