Misfits Xmas Novels & Stories

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Kris followed, filling her ass with hot, thick ropes. They collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile. Heavy breathing filled the room. No soft words. Just hands still roaming—Nick tracing her bite marks, Kris stroking her trembling thigh. Margarita lay there, body buzzing, completely wrecked and still wanting more. The mirror showed everything: flushed skin, messy hair, cum leaking from both holes. She smiled weakly at her reflection. This was Christmas she would never forget.

“This would make a really viral picture" Fuck! I'm doomed.

The servant replied, "Miss Jasmine, Mr. Shaw hit Miss Tracy's handkerchief today." Three years of missing. In the fourth year, he hit. The one he hit was Tracy. It only made my four years of waiting seem even more ridiculous. "Then that's good news. Tell Mr. Shaw that as her sister, I will prepare Tracy's dowry. Once he sets a wedding date, he can send the gifts to my family." "However, Mr. Shaw said he must see you today, Miss Jasmine!" Julian stood up, his expression turning icy, but I grabbed his hand.

Stars POV- Me and Axel looked at one another again after seeing Felix's horrified expression. We couldn't contain ourselves any longer as we burst into laughter making a few pack members turn thier heads to look at us. Everyone was wearing matching Christmas Pjs, I wasnt sure whos Idea it was, but I loved it so much. "Atleast we aren't the only ones alone in this new holiday tradition." I heard from behind us. I turned seeing willow and Ryker, they both looked like they had just woken up.

Gone. Like she had never existed. Strong. Proud. Hopeful. All of it… felt buried. Not because he came back, but because of what he did. Because of how easily he broke me. “Don’t say that,” Skylar said softly. Her voice trembled. “Let’s go out. Just for a little while.” She hesitated, then added, “There’s a party tonight. For the warriors… and the lycan pack.” A party. The word felt strange.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

“Next week. He’s convinced we need to find another place. Mick’s taking over his apartment to save money so we need to find somewhere else to live since the Golden Legacy is not an option. We’re going hunting this weekend. Luckily he’s paying for it until my crap is figured out.” “Oooo, I want to come hunting with you!” “You can.” She pulls into the club parking lot. It’s already packed and there’s a line around the door. Luckily we get a VIP spot right in front of the building, courtesy of the club’s part-time bouncer, Rebel. “I’ll text you when I know the details. I don’t think Rebel’s that interested in going, so we can do it together. He trusts me to do it.”

“You must all be bored. I wanted something more elegant but the snow had other plans.” The room echoed with light chuckles. Ava turned slightly, gesturing toward the staff waiting at the edge of the room. “Sorry for the inconvenience, but the party's just beginning.” The room became quieter now, everyone giving their full attention. “As you all know, the Reeds haven’t been able to organize a Christmas gathering for the last three years. And I am deeply sorry for that shortcoming.” Jasmine tilted her head slightly. Where is she going with this? “The truth is… there have been some things going on with me and my… my ex.”