Knight Before Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

"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.

She didn't wait for Jasmine to reply and simply started walking outside the hall. The staff member led Jasmine down a quieter corridor, away from the noise. She didn’t know where they were headed until they turned a corner, and she stopped at her usual window spot only this time Kol or was it Chad who was standing there, she couldn't tell them apart yet. “Merry Christmas, Jasmine.” He said as soon as the staff walked away. “Why are you giving me a gift? Are you Kol or Chad?” He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “It’s Chad. Don’t mix us up — I’m the charming one, remember?” His smile softened a little. “I’m actually your Secret Santa.”

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

At that moment, I had planned to sit down with Jeremy's parents, explain everything, and resolve the situation peacefully. However, someone's arrival interrupted me. Rachel appeared in a flowing red chiffon dress, looking elegant and playful. She smiled slightly as her gaze provocatively met mine. Her flawless makeup stood in stark contrast to my bare face. The sound of her heels clicking rhythmically on the floor drew everyone's attention. "I hope I'm not late," she said sweetly but without any sincerity. "Ms. Lurne, congratulations on your big day."

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.”

to him. "Want to go home" he asked and I nodded, I missed my munchkin so much...I know she didn't sleep till now..as she like to sleep..besides me..not alone in the bed He nodded. I made my way towards the eating counter and suddenly someone came in between and I looked Mr Senior knight standing in front of me. Shocked.. Happy.. "Anastasia" "Hello Mr knight" I greeted him and his eyes were moist. There was sadness in his eyes. His hair was white and was wearing spectacles. He had the same cold aura around him, but now he looks quite old...

She said she needed to fix something and in order to do so she needed to leave but she would make sure that the odds were somewhat good before she went. My uncle, Dominic, was in his own pack and gathering his warriors so that they could help. We were many, and we were strong but they were more and much stronger. They had vampires, witches, and werewolves. They had been preparing for this war for god knows how long, and they had a steaming, merciless hatred for both Avery and us Knights. We knew about the war, but a million other things had come between us. We were prepared, the warriors and the healers were ready, but I still didn't like our odds without Avery and Raven. If Avery were to he

"Come on. We have a bit of an early gift for you. It just couldn't wait." Walking through the Great Hall with Damien's arm around her, Gretchen's senses picked up on a familiar smell beyond the aroma of food still wafting through the room. She lifted her nose into the air and inhaled deeply as the subtle scent of jasmine filled her nose. Steepling her hands over her mouth, she turned to Damien with tears in her eyes as she realized who was waiting. He smiled and said, "I think they say Happy Christmas, don't they?" Gretchen swallowed down her tears and clutched her chest as her shakey voice whispered, "Mommy?" As Damien nodded, Gretchen looked to Teddy. "It's Mommy."