Pandora Christmas Novels & Stories

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

I feel a little tense in facing her beauty. “Thank you for bringing back my bag. This is really important to me and I can't go out in the house without this,” she said, “By the way, what is your name?” “I-I am Carlos Xyloses and you are Ms. Peterson, right? I heard the officer with you called you that.” “Hahaha! Yea, I'm Ms. Peterson but for you, you can call me on my name.” “What is it your name?” She gave me a smile that quickly took the emptiness in my heart. “My name is Christmas.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

“No matter what happens, we finish this. I will be there the whole time. You will not face it alone.” “I know,” I said. I had already agreed. I had already given pieces of myself. Still, every promise felt like standing at the edge of something deep, knowing that I had to step forward even if I could not see the bottom. Isolde came in then. She moved slowly, carrying a little bag. She opened her bag and drew out a pendant tied to a long red string. The pendant looked odd and old. It was a disk of dark stone. The surface was carved with a spiral that curled inward like a sleeping thing. The metal rim around the stone was dull and pitted, and thin lines etched into it made a pattern I could no

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

"The house smells like cinnamon and pine, the maids have laid out the most incredible brunch, and I’m pretty sure Dad actually bought us real presents this year instead of just stock options." Ariana sat up, pushing her tangled hair back. The memory of the night before—the desk, the leather couch, the feeling of Mateo filling her—was so vivid it felt like it was tattooed on her skin. She looked at Cami, her best friend, and felt a sharp, jagged pang of guilt. "Merry Christmas, Cami," Ariana said, her voice slightly raspy. "How’s the ankle? Dad said you really did a number on it last night." Cami leaned over, inspecting Ariana’s foot.

I unclasped my necklace and fastened it around her throat. "Jewelry belongs on a beauty. When you have Christmas Eve dinner with Leon's grandmother, at least you'll look the part." Chloe looked flattered. Leon frowned. Irritation flashed across his face. "Wynne Wronski, who said you could give something I bought you to an outsider?" "How is she an outsider? Would you take an outsider to Christmas Eve dinner with your grandmother?" Leon went quiet. His gaze turned dark, unreadable. The wine-soaked fabric clung cold against my skin.

The temptation to splice straight to that sequence was almost painful. But he resisted. There was plenty of time. He wanted this to last and, inexplicable as it seemed to his insistent prick, he wanted the non-existent Pandora to enjoy herself too. One last pull on her delicate breast-tip, and he released her, then moved up to place a kiss on her cheek, ‘I’m getting too excited, honey,’ he whispered out loud. ‘Shall we have a glass of Champagne to cool off? I don’t want to come too soon, Pandora. I want this to be really special for you. I want to give you a hundred orgasms before I even have one.’