My Little Pony Christmas Novels & Stories

Her voice lowered with each word as I neared, and when we were close enough that our chests almost touched, her eyes fell to the little gap between us, the color in her cheeks deepening to crimson. She pushed weakly at my chest, but it was a feeble attempt, even for a human. Her whole face was painted that pretty pink now, all the way to her small, delicate ears. Her reaction was deeply amusing, and a mischievous part of me sprouted forth, wanting to see more of this shy, flustered female.

“Remember in seventh grade when I asked you out, and you told me ‘not even if you were the last boy in Mississippi’?” She groaned, hiding her face. “Let it go.” “Never. That was my villain origin story.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love it.” She smiled up at him. “Yeah. I really do.” Christmas Eve was loud and messy and perfect. Harper’s house was packed with extended family—her cousins screaming over board games, someone burning the dinner rolls, off-key caroling and someone’s aunt insisting everyone wear reindeer ears for a group photo. Jaxon fit in like he always had. He helped Harper’s dad in the

Cyrus was right, if I had goals. “Can you use magic to help?” Jane offered. “I can imagine a good grade.” Suddenly, the daunting task seemed attainable. “Esmerelda!” Cyrus and Ghost exclaimed. “What does the pack do for Christmas?” I winked at Jane. She understood my tactic. “Christmas?” “Isn’t it next week?” “I suppose it is.” “Can I invite Uncle Harris?” “Maybe we can celebrate at the bar.” Cyrus deflected. “I need to look forward to something joyous.”

His eyes narrowed, a sense of agitation crossing his mind as he pushed it closer to me. I glared at him, shaking my head once more and he dropped it with a shrug of his shoulders. Damn man kept trying to feed me like a pet. Swallowing the toast, he cleared his throat. "So, five days until Christmas. Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?" I remained standing, observing them as much as Theonardo was. We made brief eye contact and he acknowledged me with a gentle nod of the head. Looking at Kacie, her eyes were focused on Aldren as she gushed about Christmas.

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?

The air in the house was electric. For the first time in over five years, the house seemed full and happy. Olivia and the kids decorated a tree in the corner, and she even started to use a bit of fey magic to decorate the house. Liam and I strung lights inside and outside of the house for Christmas at the behest of Olivia. She said that we have been lacking on our excitement for Christmas and was determined to change that. Xander and Zain were ecstatic to be a part of it.

Hasn't the rule always been Christmas music starts on Thanksgiving day? The song changes and new lyrics quickly cover the silence. "Here comes Santa paws" makes my steps falter. How this song is worse than the chipmunks, I don't know, but it is. I pass by the line of carts—my sister's dog doesn't need that many Christmas gifts, even if she does treat him like her new baby. The cute little Yorkie was a gift from her new boyfriend. She thinks it's their chance to raise a puppy together, find out what kind of father he'll be and whether or not he is marriage material. I see it as more of a twelve- to eighteen-year reminder she'll have of this guy if they don't work out.

On top of it, she’s wearing a white fur coat with a matching hat. “Mommy, he real-” she begins, but just then the doorbell rings, interrupting her. “Dad!” Sia turns her eyes, lighting up with excitement. She runs to the door and so does Xander and I smile at Zion, who remains in his spot, despite the excitement in his eyes. “I’ll go get your bags.” He takes hold of my arm and tilts his head. “It’s Christmas. You should say hi at least, Mom.”

Christmas Morning “Mommy!” Hailey hisses, shaking my shoulder. “Is Quinton awake?” I grumbled, not wanting to open my eyes yet. “Mama!” I felt little hands tapping my face. “Mama, up! Santa!” Landon says loudly. That’s right. It’s Christmas morning. We were up so late last night putting pieces of Hailey’s new doll house together, and setting up Landon’s new toddler roller coaster track around the living room that I forgot to set my alarm.