Knight Before Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

"Have you been kissed before?" Jun hesitated for a bit but eventually replied "No" "I wonder how it feels" He added with a small voice at the end. Yeon heard it even if the way it was said could go unheard. His ears perked up at it and they glanced at each other. Then, before either of them could say anything else, they leaned in and kissed each other. It was electric. They kissed passionately, exploring each other's mouths.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

“I obviously have to take it for a spin. Just a quick ride.” Within a blink she was gone. “The roads have been clear for a while now, but Ghost and I will follow her just in case.” Damon’s deeper tone traveled across the garage. “I’m sure I can heat the road without causing any forest fires.” I never could tell when Damon was joking. Knight replied with a loud belch. “Do you remember the last time we had a Christmas? Even the ones we had before weren’t this nice. They still felt empty, y’know?”

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

William is seated on the balcony, and beside him is an old man carrying a keg of ale and selling drinks to the spectators. "Sir Eldric Tarwood and Sir George Frosthold!" the announcer says. Shortly, the two knights arrived from each end of the arena. The two knelt before their King before arriving at the middle. William can see that the Princess locked her gaze only to Eldric, and thru his Sense, William feels she is excited and scared as he is.

"More... please." "Patience," he murmured against my skin, sucking my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Fingers parted my lips, one sliding in, curling to hit that spot. I came fast, thighs clamping his head, crying his name. He uncuffed me, pulling off the blindfold. "Good girl. Tomorrow, we heat things up." Christmas Day dawned with gifts under the tree, but ours were different. After brunch, eggnog pancakes and stolen kisses, he lit a candle, wax pooling red like blood. I knelt on the rug, naked, heart hammering. "Ready for the burn?"

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

I blinked at the sound of his question, snapping out of my reverie. “Y–yeah,” I stuttered out a quick response, cursing under my breath nonstop at my foolish mistake. I was unconsciously drooling over my ex-husband, how pathetic. “I came to deliver these before the munchkins wake up, but I see you beat me to it,” I said, nodding towards the half-empty dish of the delicious cookies to distract him from noticing what had just happened, and he chuckled. “You keep forgetting that I'm Santa,” he winked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and I shook my head, ignoring the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach from that one simple action.

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

Running his fingers through his dark curly hair, Keion closed his eyes, as if having a conversation with the part of him that this discovery overwhelmed. Before he could ask his father any more questions, his little sister Malaika barged into the room, jumping up and down. “It’s Chriiissstmassss!” Then she put her hands up and smiled sweetly at her father. “And Kwanzaaa!” Launching up onto the bed, forcing the two men to make space between them for her, she kissed her brother on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, lover boy. Sorry I forgot my mistletoe in my other coat.”