Penguin Christmas Caper Novels & Stories

I exclaimed in awe. “You deserve the best, Layla.” Alex smiled, placing a kiss on my neck. Upon returning to the penthouse, a lavish feast awaited. Caviar, lobster, and champagne flowed. Larry, Rachel, and the team joined us, sharing laughter and stories. Alex presented me with a stunning diamond necklace. “Layla, you shine brighter than any star.” I blushed. “Alex, you're the one making this Christmas magical.” As night fell, fireworks exploded above the city.

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.

⚔️Carlos's POV ⚔️ It was Christmas Eve, and Madre and I were in the office at the Sapphire when Paulo came in to tell me a huge package had arrived for Maria, from the Capo of the Commission. "Bring it in." I ordered. I asked Paulo to open it. It came in a giant wooden box. I was expecting a body, seeing the box before me, but inside I found an Iron Maiden.

My heart stopped as one of the little birds waddled out and dove into the cool water. "What about Kaylee?" Marissa asked, oblivious to the fact that I had stopped walking and was staring at the black and white birds. "She's the Tin Man," Allie said softly, following my gaze and understanding immediately, "because she's lost her heart." Owen tossed a small sardine to one of the penguins, the little bird catching it in it's mouth. Two more hurried up to him, all begging and splashing for the fishy treats. Owen chuckled and handed me the bucket of stinky fish. His eyes were bright with amusement as he watched as the penguins waddle over like I was their new king. He laughed, one of the black an

On Christmas Eve, my parents and my fiancé, Ivano Dominici, finally agree to accompany me to Iberion to see the aurora. But when I arrive there, they never show up no matter how long I wait. I send messages to ask. They reply helplessly that something urgent has come up at the last minute and tell me to go to the observation point and wait. I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me.

he said, spreading his hands over the air like he was displaying something magnificent. “Big?” I said flatly. “That’s all you got?” He shrugged. Then after a moment he said, “Maybe it’s too on the nose, but what about Frosty the Snowman?” I chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re wanting to follow the rules. I thought you were going to say rabbit or turtle dove.” “Twelve days of Christmas!” he yelled excitedly. “Only if we want to be disqualified for not having an actual snowman,” I said, looking him right in the eye.

She smiled at her waiting children touched they had remembered the conversation. “You remembered that?” “Of course we did,” Theo snorted. As if they would ever forget. “Open mine next!” Carefully setting the little penguin on its mirror base Ava opened the next gift to discover a chubby, blue penguin that soon joined the first on the coffee table. Alexis’s gift was a mother penguin cuddling its chick. Ava wiped a tear from her eye as she looked over the three glass figurines sparkling like jewels. “I love them! Thank you.”

While he’s in a denim jacket, grey tee, usual black jeans and hiking boots. “This place is nice,” I whisper as we step into a warm, glowing restaurant, giving a stark contrast to the cold outside. There are more customers than I expected, beautiful Christmas decorations everywhere. I spot a trio of blond kids noisily choosing presents from under a Christmas tree. Smiling adoringly at them is an old man wearing a Christmas hat. He’s eating alone at the end of our row, I’m sure the cute kids have made his day. This feels nice. To go out, have a breath of fresh air, and enjoy the spirit of Christmas.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

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.”