Last Christmas As Miss Novels & Stories

" Who exactly is she? Based on her clothes, I believe she is a chef. But how did she know my name? This is kind of strange. *** [The day before Christmas] Outside, snow falls gently, covering the world in a lovely blanket of pure white. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm missing my mother badly. I enter the spacious living room, where other maids have set up a massive Christmas tree with glittering lights and ornaments. I arrive with a grin for helping them, as everyone performs their duties in accordance with our manager's instructions. "Sarah, come to help me!" exclaims the elder maid from a distance.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

– His smile couldn't be described as anything but deliciously devilish – And, since there are so many of them and you certainly need someone to admire you wearing them… Why don't you let me help you with that? - Great idea. – Missy returned his mischievous smile and, quickly reaching for the wrapped lingerie that was closest, she began to make an effort to give her future husband another Christmas present... And also to Santa Claus, of course.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

She mumbled to herself, fanning her face when Kiara rushed inside and jumped on her bed, a little surprised to find her bags packed. “What are you doing?” She questioned. “Tistan will be here soon to take you to London,” Mishka smiled. “And you? Are you not coming with me?” Kiara asked. “I have so much work here. I’ll join you later.” Mishka answered, but Kiara wasn’t convinced. “I promise I will come later. You go with Tistan and enjoy.” “We will not celebrate trihistmas together?” She asked, blinking her doe-like eyes. “It’s Christmas,” Mishka corrected, holding her hands.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

I sat quietly, and turned to look at the tree with her. “I don’t want it to end.” Chastity whispered. “What?” I asked. “Christmas.” “It was a great day.” “It was the best Christmas I have ever had. For me, Christmas meant making huge meals for everyone I wasn’t allowed to share in. It meant listening as everyone else opened gifts, and had fun. Until Jax left for school he would give me a gift, and so did Luna Jane, but once they were gone those stopped.” “Chastity, I am so sorry.”

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.”

Snow fell outside, the world quiet, bearing witness to the sinful, decadent celebration inside. When they finally collapsed, tangled together, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, still trembling. Her big tits heaved, pussy glistening, innocence now a memory wrapped in pleasure. “Best… Christmas… ever…” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, brushing wet hair from her face. “Santa always delivers… and you… you were the perfect gift.” She smiled, trembling, shivering, every nerve ending singing from pleasure. This Christmas, her wish had been granted in full—her innocence, lust, and every desire wrapped into one decadent, unforgettable present.

The neighbors passing by had seen our work in progress, handing over treats, kind words, and how their own holiday decorations were going. And then, as night finally fell, we stepped back and turned on the lights. Incandescence bloomed in our living room, bringing the incoming Christmas to life. I let out a gasp as my increased senses took in the totality of it all. Jaric let out a low whistle, and I could see Miss Salve’s eyes shining with the satisfaction of a job well done. The warmth in my chest was comfortable as she nodded at me. “This is how we’ll keep the Maestro’s memory,” Miss Salve declared; Jaric and I nodded solemnly.