Nicktoons Christmas Novels & Stories

Seeing the mistletoe, he laughed good-naturedly, “Alright, girl, lay it on me.” Leaning forward, she lightly placed her lips on his cheek. Grinning impishly, he leaned his head back a fraction. “Is that all?” Nancy’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull when Keion then put both his hands on her arms and placed his lips on hers for a very quick kiss. “Merry Christmas, Miss Morton,” he chuckled. Before the words were completely out of his mouth, another girl from their class squealed. “The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.”

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Trick "Mom, are you sure it's okay for us to break tradition?" Riley asks, her eyes wide as she gazes at the Christmas tree box sitting in my apartment. "What's normal tradition?" I ask, opening the box up with my knife. Hadley smiles at her daughter. "Normally we wait until December 10th, we put on A Christmas Story,and we decorate while watching the movie play over and over again." "It's only a few days before the tenth," I look at my phone. "Today's the fifth, and if you want to watch the movie, I'm sure it's on Netflix. Why don't you go look, Sprite."

And yet, when it came to Christmas, all bets were off. His rational, logical classmates would transform into holiday enthusiasts, forcing Nicholas to tag along as they visited the famous tourist hangouts: The Rockettes’ performance, The Rockefeller Tree, The Macy’s window in Herald Square. Now, at thirty years old, Nicholas felt that he’d had enough Christmas for a thousand lifetimes. When he’d tried to explain his nonchalant approach to the holiday, he was often met with scowls and gasps, as if he was some kind of monster. The word Grinch was often used in his presence.

The green shawl wrapped around her neckline to protect her from the cold, completely matching the Christmas dress code. "You scream of perfection, Prize," I complimented, extending my hand out to her, which she took, and I pulled her closer to me abruptly, which made our chests graze against each other briefly before she steadied in her position. "Merry Christmas," we said in unison, and my chest rioted in happiness. This little girl is bringing out a feeling I didn't know I could have.

For all I care, They can spend Christmas alone. Charlotte and I after eating our breakfast pack all her clothes and her books. she'll be staying home for ten days and return after celebrating new year's. The girls and boys met up at our study halls with their bags hanging their shoulder. They were wishing each other with goofy faces. "Merry Christmas" "I'll miss you " "I'll miss you guys more" I roll my eyes at that, it's not even a year and they'll be missing. "Scarlet where's your bag," Nick asked me assessing for my bags.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

I sigh, push myself up, and drag myself to the kitchen to put away the groceries, stacking them on the shelves and in the cupboards. By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. I take a quick shower, letting the hot water burn against my skin. When I’m done, I slip into a fluffy purple pajama set and return to my bed. I pick up my phone and check the time again: 11:32 PM. Less than thirty minutes to Christmas. I flop onto the bed, phone in hand, and start scrolling through TikTok. Videos flood the screen—kids scribbling wishes onto scraps of paper, crumpling them into socks, draping them over mantles.

He pulled me closer to him. “You’ll help?” I asked, half smiling. I unstrapped my bra and it dropped, my breasts were free, and his eyes fell there, and he drew me to him, his hands making cups round my boobs, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. They stiffened in his hand, and I felt my pussy heat up. I pulled his shirt, buttons unbuttoned. His chest was broad, warm and covered with Tattoos. I pressed my body against his, ass against his cock, and grinded as I danced.

And after his speech, the countdown started. Mama and papa were on my side, as well as dad and Gabriel, Georgina, Lieutenant Stone, Lawrence, and Georgia too. We stand altogether and watch as everyone counted down. Five..... Four.... Three... Two.. One. December 25, 2050 - 12:00 am. "Merry Christmas!" everyone cheered as colorful fireworks lit up the sky. I didn't know where they got all of these but I'd say they made effort for everything. The cheerful voices of everyone and the Christmas carols that started to play from the speakers I didn't know where brought joy and warmth to my heart.