Marvel Xmas Novels & Stories

"Ms. Martinez this is Mr. Danvers. He's the one who had requested to speak with you. Now, I apologize to you both for being in such a hurry but I'm going to go check on the kids. Get acquainted." The woman waves ecstatically at us already halfway through the threshold of her classroom. "Is this some sick joke?!" I whisper yell sometime later. Sticking out a finger in pure disdain I walk up to Xavier and jab it once in his solid chest. His musky scent immediately envelops me in a sickly sweet embrace. He's real. He's here. This has to be some sick joke!

________________________________ There is a broken past of Marilyn and a broken present of Xavier /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ Will they both come to become each other's straight or things would get more bitter ?(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠) Keep enjoying and don't forget to like and comment. Follow me and give a good rating 🌹

“Part of it. People decorate, bake, share gifts, spend time with family and loved ones.” “All for one day?” “Yes.” “That sounds excessive.” “No. The world, even humans who don’t know about werewolves are like this at Christmas,” Marek said. “But for us, it’s different. Some celebrate for religious reasons, but most simply enjoy the season.”

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Xavier's POV (…a Christmas present) Xavier's life had taken a turn for good, ever since the secret deal with his foster mom. It was another winter season and the holidays had begun. Xavier had celebrated his tenth birthday the previous month and got a restock of his wardrobe from Rita. “Pack up your things everyone and get ready. We are going on a vacation, in two days time” Mr Anderson had announced on Christmas Eve. “Where are we going?“ Isabella asked, after embracing her father as he stepped inside.

This upcoming event fills me with anticipation, excitement, and a overwhelming sense of happiness that I can hardly contain. I woke up bright and early on Christmas Eve morning, feeling refreshed and eager to start the day. I began with some light yoga to stretch and center myself, followed by a hearty breakfast to energize for the day ahead. I greeted John with a cheerful 'Good morning,' and he responded warmly, wishing me the same. He also confirmed that he would pick me up around five o'clock in the evening. Although it was still quite early, I knew I had to start preparing myself for the festivities and get everything ready for the celebration. I couldn't help but feel an increasing sens

"And, this is my belated Christmas gift to you." When I accepted the license from him, I realized it was for a flower shop he'd opened for me, right in the middle of Coralsville. I hugged the license to my chest and looked at him, unaware of the tears streaming down my face. Louis scooped me into an embrace. "You're a grown woman. What's with all the tears?" he teased. As he spoke, he leaned down gently toward me. My tears melted into his kiss. … A few days later, my company notified me that the previous incident had been thoroughly investigated and that I had indeed not leaked any company data.

Thanksgiving was about sharing and being grateful for the work going into making the pack function as a singular unit where no one was in need of anything. We’ve been told that Christmas is celebrated individually as not all families are comfortable celebrating. Many werewolves see Christmas as a human holiday that they don’t wish to participate in. Cassius, just like his fathers before him, continues the compromise of simply giving everyone in the pack two weeks off. It’s the only time that pack members truly need money as they have to travel into the city for groceries if they run out of something. Even the medical wing is closed with the exception of minor emergencies bringing me back to

He nodded eagerly, his excitement undiminished. The living room became our temporary sanctuary, a space where we waited, a family united, for the arrival of midnight. The countdown, a collective breath held until the stroke of twelve, was a shared moment of anticipation and joy. "Merry Christmas!" The joyous exclamation echoed through the room, a chorus of greetings and well-wishes. Gifts were exchanged, a flurry of colorful wrapping paper and excited squeals. Marco, overwhelmed by the bounty of presents, was a picture of pure delight, his laughter infectious.