Misfits Xmas Novels & Stories

Courtney looked nervous and Mason was absolutely beaming. Groaning, “Come one Mason! Not right now!” Jaxson said, rolling his eyes. He put his hand on his desk and rested his chin on his fingers with one finger on his cheek. “Not right now? What do you want, Mason?” I was so confused. What is not right now?” “Well, we missed Christmas with everything that has been going on and since I found some Christmas spirit, we should have our own little family Christmas here!” I blinked a few times at him, “We are wolves.” I stated the obvious like we don’t celebrate a holiday that human’s believe in. The Moon Goddess created us.

I mutter, picking a seat at the edge of one of the long wooden tables, which has a series of delicacies lined from one edge to the other. The drumbeat suddenly changes to a roll as Dane, Alpha Axton's right-hand man, mounts the podium to announce the procession of the town members. Luna had explained to me before now that the old town members come in in a single file as a sign of unity, while the new members are left to watch how things are being done to follow suit in the coming festival. The new members are said to be people who joined the Misfits after the previous festival of unity. A long procession of the Misfits enters, each person walking gracefully in while the drums keep rolling an

Her eyes caught mine time and time again, I felt terrible for Jeremy due to the pulsating that was my member in my trousers. Jeremy hollered out for the last call of the night, ushering everyone to place their final orders and cueing for me to gather myself for my drive home. "Club soda Jeremy," he shot a glance in my direction, "That's a non-alcoholic beverage. You're still cutting me off, it's last call man." Reluctantly a club soda was placed before me.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

Mia laughed until her sides ached, the eggnog warming her from the inside out as she collapsed onto the worn leather couch in Liam's apartment. The holiday lights strung haphazardly across the living room twinkled, casting a soft glow over the scattered ornaments and half-empty glasses. It was their annual tradition, best friends since college, turning Christmas Eve into a private party after everyone else had gone home. But tonight, the spiked drink had loosened tongues more than usual, secrets spilling like the foam from the bottle they'd upended earlier.

He was beyond ready to take this next step, and he was counting on her being ready, too. "That's all the time we've got today, and this will be our last episode this season. But tune in next week anyway, as I'll be giving a quick tour of how the brand new Misfit Kitchen facility is coming along. If all continues to go according to schedule, we'll be filming next there just in time for the new year. And I'll be having a special guest chef coming to join me. Moses Lindsey is one of the best pastry chefs I've ever had the pleasure of working with, and he's coming down to do a weekend workshop. Links to signup for that are on our website." She aimed a blinding smile at the camera. "Until next ye

Lachesis giggles, “Well, it looks like Damon found the female version of himself.” Ana laughs, “I could've told everyone that.” Misha lightly smacks Ana on the shoulder, “Hey, I'm not that bad.” Ana laughs harder, “You so are!” “Well go, we will see you again at the wedding,” Lachesis says. Misha snaps, “There isn't going to be a wedding!” Lachesis shrugs, “As you wish.” Then she winks at me. Oh, there'll be a wedding. I just have to convince Misha to marry me on Christmas. We say farewell and Misha ports us back to their house.

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.

ZAYN Anxiety gnawed at my gut like a festering wound as I stared at my reflection, transfixed by the haunted eyes staring back. I couldn't tear my gaze away, fearing that if I looked away, I'd lose my grip on reality. For the first time in my life, the thought of stepping out of my room filled me with dread. Beyond the safety of these walls, the compound was crawling with guests – alphas, betas of esteemed packs, all gathered to celebrate my birthday and, more importantly, my mate-finding.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…