Naughty Christmas Characters Novels & Stories

Luna Charlotte Third-person POV... The pack house had been decorated for Christmas for the first time in ten years. When Charlotte had gone searching for boxes of decorations, she was shocked to learn that they didn't decorate. She couldn't understand why. Sonia told her that they didn't celebrate as a pack. She had asked one of the warriors to help her carry a pine tree since they didn't have a Christmas tree. Charlotte dragged Sonia and Anna to the closest shop and picked out ornaments and decorations; since this was all new to her, she knew she would need all the help she could get. She had the pack woman helping her decorate the pack house.

Although he was quiet at first,he opened up a little later on. Devan is the wild child. He is the one that smokes and is covered in tattoos. He jumps from girl to girl every week or so. He never liked obeying the rules but he has no choice but to do so. He calls it the disadvantage of being bestfriends with the future Alpha. Kendrick is the joker. He likes pulling pranks and causing chaos everywhere he goes. He is funny as hell and he does not give a damn about what people think.

He latched onto one, sucking hard, his beard scratching her skin while she screamed. “Yes, Santa, yes! Suck my tits while I fuck you!” He switched to the other, biting just hard enough to make her sob. His hips snapped up brutally now, meeting her halfway, cock spearing so deep she saw stars. “Gonna fill this naughty cunt,” he snarled against her breast. “Stuff your stocking with every drop.” “Please,” she begged, nails digging into his shoulders through the suit. “Please fill my stocking, Santa, I’ve been so bad!”

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

WOOD POV “Open wide for me like a good girl,” I growled as I took a fistful of her soft damp hair. “You’d best not spill a drop. Naughty girls get punished on Christmas Day, sweetheart, no matter how fucking cute they look.” Her jaw dropped low and her tongue popped out so pretty and pink. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at me, and the filthy little minx had her hand between her legs before I’d even slapped my dick against her cheek.

Molly For a man who claimed to be so uninterested in candy, Nicholas seemed to have no problem with helping little Naomi with reaching the top of the Christmas tree so she could have a candy cane. Molly thought that the gesture was just so sweet, not expecting Nicholas to be so generous with his height, or as comfortable with his place as Santa in the middle of the town’s parade. Nicholas Kerstman was full of so many surprises and Molly wondered if there would ever be an end to him pulling rabbit after rabbit out of his unassuming hat.

“Who are you, and what did you do with my Grinch mate?” “I'm not a Grinch.” “You literally said Christmas was 'unnecessary human nonsense' three days ago.” “I've evolved.” Marcus and Connor exchanged amused looks. We spent two hours planning every detail. Elder Margaret's proposed menu made my mouth water. Diana's Secret Santa rules ensured everyone could participate regardless of financial situation. Christian's focus and genuine enthusiasm made me fall in love with him all over again. I taught holiday crafts to pack children in the common room. Twenty kids surrounded tables covered in paper, paint, glue, and glitter—so much glitter.

“Then we could make cookie ships.” “I like to make chocolate chip cookies for Santa,” Natasha answered. “Do you like chocolate chip cookies?” “I do,” Nathan said, nodding his head. Natasha’s eyes narrowed and she looked him over. “Are you secretly Santa?” Nathan’s eyes went wide and he choked a little on his pizza. “No, I am most definitely not Santa. Why would you think that?” “Because you like chocolate chip cookies and you brought us all a present. And you brought Ms. Jones a present too,” Natasha explained. “I gotta make sure of these things.”

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.