Penguin Christmas Caper Novels & Stories

The judges stepped up to the podium and announced today's swift challenge: we were required to sketch, cut, and construct a high fashion, two piece bikini set within an intense two hour window. Philip must have noticed my ghostly expression and swollen eyes the moment I took my place at the workstation beside him. Throughout the first hour, he kept franticly raising his eyebrows at me, mouthing words and holding up two fingers in a repeated signal. But I was so lost in a dark spiral of betrayal that I kept my head down, mindlessly slicing my shears through the metallic lycra fabric. I finished my cuts in record time and assembled the piece on my mannequin. It was only when I completed the fi

Everyday Christian had a new fascination, along with his love for dinosaurs and today it was penguins. “Did you know there’s a group of penguins called Macaroni Penguins?” “I didn’t know that. Are you sure it’s Macaroni?” I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as he frowned slightly. “Yeah, it’s Macaroni because of men’s tassels.” “Right…what else can you tell me about penguins?”

she added and deepened her voice for dramatic effect, “this is to certify that Hayzel Pearce will be receiving a puppy from Santa as soon as the puppy is ready for a home. Maybe I could draw a Christmas border on the paper and we could frame it for her… you know, with Santa’s signature, and hang it in her bedroom. It could become an heirloom, something she passes down to her kids.” Kaleb shrugged as if it meant nothing, but in his head, he could see Hayzel’s excitement at a special visit from Santa after Christmas. But once December was done, he wouldn’t be seeing Sparkle or Hayzel again, so he wouldn’t know how the Santa promise went, would he?

It was the scariest, most beautiful thing they'd ever done. And they were ready. Together. Like everything else. December 25th, 2028 - Christmas Morning - Mercer-Thompson Penthouse Elena Rose Mercer's first Christmas was chaotic. Both families crammed into the penthouse. Presents everywhere. Elena was in a ridiculous Christmas outfit Sophie had designed. "She's two months old," Zara protested. "She doesn't need designer clothes." "Everyone needs designer clothes. Even babies. Especially babies." Sophie fixed Elena's little outfit. "She's going to be the best-dressed baby in all of New York." In about five minutes, she's going to throw up on that dress.

“I’m saying you are going to work with me, whether you like it or not. Because I’m not letting your entitlement ruin my record.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Whatever. Your place or mine?” I blinked. “What?” “For the project, genius. Unless you’re planning on doing the entire thing via brainwaves.” “My place?” I scoffed. “Please. I know how these stories end. You lure me over, strangle me with a hockey sock, and bury me in your backyard.” He smirked. “Tempting. But I am not that stupid. If you disappear, guess who everyone, especially your body guard Gigi will be pointing fingers at?”

Completely transformed from the efficient assistant who'd once managed my entire schedule without breaking a sweat. The penguin movie started with a musical number about friendship and adventure. Ethan sang along to parts he recognized, his voice off-key but enthusiastic. Madison handed him gummy bears at regular intervals, carefully rationing them. Halfway through, during an intense chase scene, Ethan's hand found mine. His small fingers wrapped around my larger ones, squeezing tight during the scary parts. My chest tightened. The movie ended with another musical number. Ethan clapped enthusiastically, bouncing in his seat. "That was AMAZING! Did you see the part where the penguins slid dow

Peter folds his arms in front of his chest. “You know this might be a trap, right?” He says, breaking the silence. “I know.” I say immediately, nodding my head. “And you are still going.” He says, and I nod my head once again. “Yes.” “On Christmas Eve.” He asks, arching a brow and I sigh. “Yes, Peter.” “To a pack that is aligned with the man sending rogues after everyone?” “Yes.” I say simply, shrugging at him he lets out a slow breath.

She leans over and kisses my forehead and says goodnight. I chuckle at the wrapping. Christmas themed, must be Cassandra. I tear it open to reveal a box of ammunition. I open the box and instead of bullets, I find a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a pair of blue underwear that says 'Cop-A-Feel' on the buttox. I chuckle as I lift them up, and realize that instead of looking forward to seeing Patricia wear them, I see that they are in fact, men's underwear. No flipping way am I wearing these damn chili chokers.

"Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year." Taren chuckled without humor. "You're forgetting that we live in the Christmas capital of the United States, where it's Christmas three hundred sixty-five days a year." "You know what I mean." Bret stood and stopped at the door. "Erica's cookies are ready. You'd better come out and get one before they're all gone." Taren scoffed. "And you didn't bring me one? What's wrong with you?" he teased, rising from his seat. "Well, it looks like I'd better get one before you heathens eat them all."

While I'm a girl who's good at nothing but hurting his feelings. “Would you like to go to the souvenir shop?” Jace asked while we're taking off our skiing gears. I nodded and smile. “Okay.” The souvenir shop is just near from where we are skiing so we just decided to go there already. I decided to buy some for Christine and my siblings. There were so many adorable items and souvenirs in the shop but then the figurine of a blue penguin caught my eye. It really looks like that pororo that Lucifer really likes. I’m sure he’ll be so happy to see this.