Knight Before Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

he added, “we’re trying to act normal for once.” Deborah frowned slightly. “Act normal about what?” Caelum straightened, his tone turning more deliberate, almost formal. “Christmas.” That single word caught her off guard. “Christmas?” she repeated, disbelief threading through her voice. “With everything happening right now?” “Yes,” Knight said firmly. “And not the kind you’re thinking of. No donors, no political allies, no carefully curated guest lists.” Aston appeared then, practically bouncing down the steps, his energy cutting through the tension like a blade through fog. “Exclusive,” he announced with a grin. “Family only. No outsiders, no press, no pretending.”

I nodded to myself feeling satisfied with my appearance then I headed for Knight's room with the cookie. _____ I stood before Knight's door with my lips tucked in as I tried to calm my nerves before landing a knock. I counted to three and then took the bold step of knocking. My heart raced faster after I did that but no answer came, I landed another knock and took a step back waiting for him to answer and after few seconds the door open slowly to reveal a half naked Knight; bulging chest and biceps fully in display, he was a big guy, even bigger without clothes now that I could see most of his muscles. He wore a black pant that made no single effort to hide his cock size. It made my mouth wa

“Ugh, I know the answer to that. How long does that fucking alarm go off?” She laughed some more and turned in his arms and kissed him. “Happy Christmas.” “Mmmmm….” He smiled against her lips before kissing her again. “Nollaig Chridheil.” “Acht!” Nessie exclaimed. “I’ve been practicing.” Knuckles admitted. “Do you want your presents now, later or a little of both?” “I didn’t get yeh much.” She told him. “You don’t have to get me anything.” He said as he began to kiss her on her neck. “You already gave me what I wanted.”

She knows her conscience card when something happens to them. "Put this clothes on first. I also have new underwear in there. Just put them on that haven't been used yet," she said as she handed over the clothes she was going to lend. The girl stared at hee before tilting her head to look at her.. "Underwear?" She asked and Zera patted her own forehead because of that. "Ah, that's what you wear before the clothes, I'll leave you there for now, I'll just look at something outside," she said. She was about to leave but was stopped by the girl's voice behind her.

It was also because I'd learned about his older brother's illness that I had suggested keeping the wedding simple. I never expected that every one of them would turn out to be so ungrateful. "It's fake! All of it is fake! This is Lyndis's scheme!" Samantha shrieked hysterically, as if raising her voice loud enough could drown out the truth. Nick looked as though he'd been struck by lightning. Furious and devastated, he glared at Cami and Samantha. "Why would you do this to me? Why?!" "Nick, it's not true—don't listen to her nonsense!" Cami pleaded.

That was three years ago and Red has been cleaning up ever since. So instead of screaming, she said softly, “Yes, Mr. Alton.” She finally clocked out at 9:14 p.m. The night air outside was freezing, the city glowing with Christmas lights and careless laughter. She tugged her coat tighter, her breath forming little ghosts in the air as relief washed over her.

“Isn’t that the whole point, Voss?” Marcus laughed, a dark sound like night. “Yes, noticed. But not looked at too closely. Watch yourself, or someone might peel back that smile and see what’s really under it.” He walked away. His words felt like a warning. The night of the blood moon came. The castle glowed red and strange. The air was thick and tense. The servants moved fast, heads down, getting ready for the ceremony. The other fighters were all dressed nicely, some excited, some scared. They stood in the big yard where Elias Devereux sat on a stone throne. His skin was pale in the moonlight, and his dark eyes watched everyone coldly.

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

“We’ll have as many kids as we will be blessed with.” He leaned his forehead towards mine. “And I will take care of all of you. You will have a lot of little princes and princesses in your ‘ever after’, love. I promise you that.” Just then, Nicole, Paris, and Jake interrupted us. “It’s almost time.” Paris said. I was confused. I didn’t know what was going on. Ryder nodded and then Paris grabbed my hand, pulling me with her. Nicole grabbed my train and we hurried into the house.