Naughty Christmas Characters Novels & Stories

She lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "This is all your fault! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you? Ever since you were a child, you've been a scheming little vixen, stirring up trouble everywhere you go. Look at what you've done now. Your father wants a divorce. Are you finally happy?"

Because of this, she was not upset when he did not invite her. Taz was sitting in the common room with Brute as one of the club girls played Santa. She wore a skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit and bright red stiletto knee high boots. Her Santa hat had been stolen leaving her formerly perfectly styled hair, in complete disarray. The men kept telling her that her brown hair looked better that way. Her green eyes showed her excitement even while her mouth pouted. “I wasn’t sure if you would come home for Christmas or not.” Brute admitted as one of the bigger guys received a hot pink gift bag.

There was even a reindeer—though it wasn’t real—and Michael hopped up and down in excitement. “Welcome to the North Pole!” one of Santa’s elves said, ushering them toward the line. Santa was sitting on a throne off in the distance, his white beard and red velvety suit looking genuine and his cheeks glistening in the Christmas lights that hung like snowflakes from the ceiling. The elves guiding the children through the process were all wearing green costumes with red tights, their pointy shoes and hats with bells on them. Everywhere she looked, she saw smiling, excited faces, and she couldn’t help but let it lift her spirits. “Dad! There’s Hailey!” Michael shouted, pointing across the room to

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

She even made me wear long heels. It was dark inside. The flickering Christmas lights only did little to illuminate the space. It was cold too. Too cold, but nobody seemed to care. My eyes fell on the giant Christmas tree by the door. For the first time in my life, the sight of a Christmas tree tugged at my guilt. I was still staring at its bright colored red and green ribbons when someone suddenly grabbed it, yanking it off its stand. Then two n***d sweaty bodies came crashing against the glass door.

She was trying to be all nice to him, make him happy, and then when she's gotten him where she wants him, she'll ask for the money. But for now she'll focus on pleasing him. They got dressed together after, Claudia humming softly as she slipped into her coat, Brandon watching her with a thoughtful expression. “You ready?” she asked. “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s go.” The Snowbrook Christmas nativity was exactly what Brandon remembered. The beautiful nativity scene, an old tradition of younger children playing the birth story, this time it was different. There was no Melody, there was no Jamie and Cynthia, there was no giant bubblegum bubble competition between the four of them.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

Keisha greeted the stranger whose eyes were now on me. “It's not an issue. I hate intentional bullies. Hi, my name is Stefan.” He said with a kind smile that sent butterflies up my belly. “Hello Stefan, I'm Keisha,” my friend said when I took too long to respond, “and my tongue tied friend here is Elara. You have to pardon her. She is going through a Tia crisis so she must have forgotten how to be polite.” Stefan laughed — and oh the sound of his laughter was so sweet to the ear, like the sounds of music.

Sami's POV: ~almost 3 weeks later, Christmas Day~ Today is Christmas and the house is humming with excitement. The girls and I stayed with our guys at their house last night so we could spend our first Christmas together. Naomi and Maddox even came over for the night too.The girls are now huge as hell but I love them just the same. We all decided just to wear our Christmas pajamas all day today the guys not so much. They love Christmas but not enough to show the Christmas spirit and that's okay. I think my dads are still stuck wearing some sort of holiday wear cause of my younger siblings but I believe all of the moms are wearing festive clothing like usual.