Nicktoons Christmas Novels & Stories

“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.

Coach would be proud. Changing back to my night attire, I fall to my bed, checking through my phone. I see a lot of Christmas wishes from my Classmates and school mates, especially the girls but none from Noel. Grumbling to myself I start deleting the messages replying some if I can place a face to the name. The messages are all the same, Merry Christmas AL *insert heart emoji* missing you so much on this wonderful night*insert sad lonely emoji*. Wish we can hang out? I promise it won't be a waste of time*insert wink emoji*. Anyway Merry Merry Christmas *insert kiss emoji*

Denise asked. He turned the screen toward us dramatically. 11:59 PM. A collective murmur spread through the room. “Countdown!” Zendaya shouted. Alex immediately climbed onto the rug like he was about to launch into orbit. “Ten!” Malik yelled prematurely. “It’s not midnight yet!” Denise snapped. We all shifted instinctively closer together. The fire crackled. The Christmas tree lights shimmered gold and red across familiar faces. Adrian and Dominic stood shoulder to shoulder. Zendaya grabbed Denise’s hand.

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

She grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on, trying to distract herself. “So, what’s your deal with Christmas?” Larry asked, still standing there like he owned the place. She narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” “I have heard a lot about you from your mom and my sister. I get it. A lot of people hate Christmas, but you seem really into it. The whole ‘Grinch’ vibe, you know? So what’s your story?” “None of your business,” she shot back, trying to pretend she didn’t feel a sharp pang at the mention of Christmas. She crossed her arms, not sure what bothered her so much, the fact that they told him about her or Christmas.

Before he could respond, a soft buzz came from his phone—a new message: “Merry Christmas, Volkov. This is only the beginning.” Sebastian froze. Nyra’s smirk returned, but it didn’t hide the worry in her eyes. “Looks like Christmas isn’t over yet.” Noelle stirred, mumbling in her sleep: “Superheroes… save… Snowtopia…” Sebastian glanced at her, then at Nyra, then back at the phone. “…We’ll see about that,” he muttered. The fire crackled, snow fell quietly outside, but Sebastian Volkov knew one thing: this Christmas, chaos wasn’t just coming—it had already arrived.

“Always so happy, aren’t you, little munchkin?” “She really is,” I say, returning his smile. Nick gives me a one-armed hug, careful not to squeeze my daughter. “Good to see you too, Nick!” He ruffles Clementine’s ginger curls affectionately. “Always wonderful to see you, darling! And you too, Uncle Nick’s little Christmas girl. Santa is going to adore you!” “Cukier, could you take her for a moment?” I ask, handing my daughter over to him. He has often helped with her, so I know he’s more than capable. “Nick, could you give me a hand with the cupcakes?”

Nico says, crossing his arms over his chest, “that doesn’t even matter – that’s breakfast trivia –“ “Fine!” Frankie says, turning to him again. “Favorite Christmas movie?” Nico scowls, looking away. “That is such bullshit,” he murmurs. “He stopped watching Christmas movies like the rest of us, because we grew up.” “Bammmmmbi?” Frankie says, turning to me with a grin and resting his chin in his hands, expectant. “Trick question,” I say quietly, a little pleased with myself. “He likes to watch The Goonies at Christmas, because Damon got it for him one year as a gift. And it’s the only movie he had for a really long time.”