روايات وقصص ضمن My Little Pony Christmas

Apart from not breaking down the last of her reserves, under the indulgence of Venus, Little Apple had done whatever he wanted to do. Hearing Venus's words, Little Apple turned around and looked at Venus's beautiful and refined face with a smile on his face. "Yes, a little. I usually spend Christmas with my parents every year. I'm just not used to it now." Little Apple said softly. "Why don't you go back now and make it in time?" Venus said softly. "No, it's rare for you to come back. I'll stay here with you." said Little Apple. "I'll go back with you after the festival is over." Venus said softly.

The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting. We made our way inside and Grandma Rose was seated on a queen-like chair, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her makeup and dress made her look intimidating, the interior decoration of her sitting room was nothing like the taste of an elderly woman. “Aria," she called, rising from her seat with a bright smile. I hurriedly walked past Damon and into her open arms. “Good afternoon, grandma Rose." “You look so much beautiful just like last night," she commended.

I am strong, I whispered to myself silently as I forced back the tears that was almost falling off a moment ago. I wasn't a cry baby, I do not cry. I am strong. I am Snow, and I do not melt. Not now, not ever. I'm so glad I have these loving and caring souls as friends and I always feel grateful to God for sending these kind of special people my way. I wonder what I'd do without them, I'd probably die of loneliness and lack of friends to talk to. I smiled softly when I felt Christie's fingers grazed my scalp lightly before running up and down my back as she silently comforted me. I suddenly felt really soothed from these gestures.

It's Christmas day and my little family has a bright future. The End.

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

I know it is a short chapter but I decided it is still Christmas and I wanted to give you all a little bonus. Have a lovely day More tomorrow Stay safe Love Peyton

I rushed back to the failing birthday party hoping that if could far enough away that I could outrun the embaressment of the last five minutes. "Where have you been?" scolded Oakly, "And what happened to your clothes? Do you think this pack wants a Luna who skirts her duties to hang lazily around the estate wearing nothing, but rags?" Oakly had managed to change her own luck a little bit and was showing a couple of pups how to string beads into their own bracelets. I had managed to tie enough pieces of my clothing together that everything important was covered. In lycanthrop culture wardrobe malfunctions such as these were not a very unusual occurrance.

She gently pulled her hand away and smiled. "I'm fine really" "Are you sure? That reminds me, I did promise to take you out, didn't I? There are so many amazing things you need to see in Salt lake city. Since you're not going to work for the meantime, I was wondering if we could go somewhere tomorrow? "Oh, em…well…." Just then Lance arrived and Sapphire flinched. He was dressed in his working clothes. "Lance you're late! This celebration is in your father's honour" Steve reprimanded and Lance gave a gentle smile.

The snow keeps falling, heavy and suffocating. When I finally gather enough courage to walk home, my nerves are shredded. My thoughts got tangled. My chest tightened I reach my doorstep, fumbling for my keys. And there,lying on my welcome mat—is something small, wooden, and dusted with snow. A Christmas ornament. Hand-carved. Shaped like a house.Burning. A single number etched into its back: 24 The countdown has begun.

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.”