Naughty Christmas Characters Novels & Stories

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.

“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

"Well, Merry Christmas! Aren't you a jolly, slutty elf!" "Merry Christmas, Papa Charlie," Essence responded merrily, as she kept stroking his now semi-erect dick. "Merry Christmas, you big-dicked Grandpa," Sheila called out from between his legs. "Merry Christmas, baby girl slut," Charlie responded fondly, these double sensations exhilarating, and the ultimate best way to be awakened. The two girls returned to working over his genitals for a couple more minutes, until he was completely hard. Essence then said, "It's time for my first Christmas present, Papa Charlie!"

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

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.”

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

I could not believe it, Johnny was now a bigger boy! His bears were decorated around his jaws, he has a lot of them! His muscles were big and stronger. He was not putting on any shirt, this allowed me to take a better picture of what he had become. Not only was his skin soft to be touched and attractive, but he also had some height as well. I swear, he was taller than me. His hair was long as well.

This had happened before. Panic surged through me. I raised my hand and slapped myself, the sharp sting confirming I was awake. “What’s today’s date?” I demanded. Charlotte blinked, taken aback. “December 25th, dear. Christmas Day.” I blinked, my pulse racing. My eyes drifted toward the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Behind the twinkling lights and ornaments, someone stood. Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently.

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The kind of scared you get when something you buried shows up wearing a leather jacket and smelling like cigarettes. Then I saw him. Fuck. Tall. Inked hands. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked straight at me like he already knew I’d taste good. My stomach clenched, but my pussy clenched harder. Who in the fucking sex scene was this hottie? “Liv, this is Zane,” Sabrina said, like she read my thoughts. She didn’t look at me. She was wearing shorts she hadn’t worn in a year — too tight, too high — and a top that looked like it belonged to me.