Light Of Christmas By Owl City Novels & Stories

She opened her eyes behind her sunglasses when the glorious heat was abruptly reduced by Christophe’s arrangement of an umbrella above her. “Stop spoiling my date with this wonderful sun,” she muttered. “You’ll burn... And if you burn,” Christophe said with single-minded cool, “I won’t be able to touch you, to kiss you, to explore every inch of your body with my tongue.” “In this case, take this umbrella away! I would prefer to burn…” “Liar.” He reached for her with hands that brooked no argument and Lara trembled as the sun-warmed heat of his body met electrifyingly with hers. He had dispensed with the towel he had knotted around his lean hips.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

Her smile disappeared as my song broke the silence, and the familiar hushed sigh, the gasps of wonder trickled through the crowd – and she went from looking shell-shocked, to irritated, to furious. By the time we reach our fifth and final song, and I take an awkward bow, the crowd is yelling “encore”. I look back at the boys, and Micah nods, whispering “Winter in Portland”, while Alix mouths “Lumino. Let’s --- Play --- Lumino.” “Winter in Portland,” Micah whispers. “L-U-M-I-N-O”, Alix mouths. Winter in Portland is a slow, mellow song, while Lumino is more upbeat. Plus it’s cute, playful – countryish and fun, like early Taylor Swift.

"He just likes to tease." "Well, you both be careful driving home." Jocelyn opened the door for them and cold air rushed in, chilling Jocelyn to the bone. She almost went back for her coat, but knew she would only be out for a moment. Jocelyn never tired of the landscape. A blanket of crisp, white snow glistened in the sunlight. In the center of town was the square, where the gazebo set, decorated with colorful Christmas lights, along with the rest of the town. It was only three weeks until Christmas, the busiest time of year for Christmas Cove. At night, it would become a Christmas wonderland, complete with Santa Claus in the gazebo, listening to the wishes of children.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

I looked at Caroline standing guard over all of us with the same fierce devotion she once reserved only for battle. Finally, I looked at Desmond. The man who had never stopped choosing me. Then I looked at our son. Fred. The newest chapter of our family's story. A gentle smile spread across my face. Outside, evening slowly began settling across the city. Inside, warmth filled every corner of the room. The night before Christmas, my life had become a nightmare. But because of love, courage and the family we built together, I survived that darkness. Now I found myself surrounded by the people I loved, and who loved me in return.

It was Christmas Eve, and La Rivera glowed like a dream suspended between time and memory. The lounge had never looked more alive. Strings of warm golden lights wrapped themselves around palm trees and balconies, flickering gently against the deepening dusk. Laughter drifted freely through the air, mingling with soft carols and the distant clink of glasses. For one night, the weight of secrets, rivalry, and betrayal seemed to loosen its grip, allowing joy to take center stage.

"Your turn to lay back for Santa's ride..." I groaned as Astrella's slick pussy clenched around my spent cock, her juices and my cum already leaking out in a filthy mess between us. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. That wicked grin of hers split wide, eyes flashing like the ornaments on the tree outside our window. The bedroom was bathed in those multicolored twinkles, casting rainbow flecks across her sweat-glistened skin, turning her into my own personal holiday slut show. "Round two, Dax," she purred, lifting off me with a wet pop, my cock springing free shiny and half-hard, strings of our mixed cream connecting us like tinsel. "You're gonna watch Santa's elf bounce on this North Pole

Ray sings. “There is just one thing I need.” I join. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree,” Jordan sings while we stay quiet. “I just want you for my own,” I say. “More than you could ever know.” Ray sings, gazing at me. “Make my wish come true,” Jordan says, looking at me. Eyes on the road, please. “All I want for Christmas is you.” We all chorus, pointing to one another. In no time, we see the Bakers’ gigantic estate gate bars, all covered with literally uncountable strands of twinkle lights. As we drive in, we feed our eyes with the Christmas decorations from different angles of the estate.

I draw a circle on the color palette and turn the lights on. Now, Jamie’s clown face is brightened up by vibrant lights that blinks and change colors rapidly. “Almost forget to turn your light bulbs on.” I said, pointing at the phone screen, “Do you want to add some music?” Jamie gives the blinking fairy lights wrapped around his neck a weird glance, “These light bulbs sing?” “Hell yeah.” I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…”