Penguin Christmas Caper Novels & Stories

Pidge woke up feeling nausea, she quickly rushed to the washroom to puke her guts out. Maddox wasn't present in the room, she came out to look herself in the mirror. Tying her hair in a high bun, she stepped down the stairs. Leticia, Ginger and Garlic were present and the whole villa was beautifully decorated with Christmas stuff. The cosy setup with tones of Christmas decorations, the scented candles in red, green and white placed carefully on either side of the house and tables...the beautiful garlands on the fireplace and the front door, wonderful knots of the festive ribbons on the Christmas tree which was filled with stockings and pictures of Maddox and Pidge...some teeny tiny ornaments

Great; just what I needed. The guy in the front, wearing a backwards baseball cap, smirked as he looked me up and down. "Hey there, sweetheart. Why the waterworks? Did your boyfriend kick you out?" "Leave me alone," I muttered, wiping my face quickly with my sleeve. I really wasn't in the mood for this. They didn't leave; instead, they stepped closer, blocking my view of the street. The baseball cap guy leaned over, putting his hands on his knees. "Come on, don't be like that," he said. "It's way too late for a pretty girl to be sitting all by herself. Why don't you come back to our place? We can have some real fun and cheer you right up."

“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.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

“Oh, a school. So kids have schools, too, just like us.” “Haha, Polly it’s the other way around. Dogs have schools just like them.” “Those kids look really happy, Saucy. I want to see why.” “But we gotta go, Polly. It’ll be dark soon. It’s getting chilly getting closer to Christmas.” “Oh, Christmas. I got to learn about that, too. But please, please, Saucy. Let’s stay a while. I just want to see what’s in there, who’s in there.” Polly begging with his puppy eyes.

she asked. “You look beautiful,” I replied, sounding corny. “I look the same as always. Thanks though. You just needed to paint yourself orange to top off your outfit,” she laughed, tapping my chest. “Merry Christmas, papa pooh!” Amber yelled and dashed towards me. “Merry Christmas, bambi,” I answered happily, kissing her cheek. I placed a red and green headband on her head. Now she looks like Bambi, the reindeer. “The table is set. Assist me in carrying out the food, please?” she asked.

Then Hazel fell backwards into the snow and showed the kids how to make a snow angel. The winter wonderland was a wonderful respite from the desert heat. We ordered snow cones and made our way down the snowy lanes to the penguin exhibit. Billy and Belle had never seen a real penguin up close before. The sheer joy on their faces was indescribable. Hazel, too, giggled like a child when the penguins went sliding across the ice.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

Baby Caleb gurgles happily, oblivious to the festive chaos around him. When it’s finally our turn, I lift the baby out of the stroller and adjust his little hat. Santa grins warmly as we approach, his red suit almost glowing under the twinkling lights. “You should sit with us,” I say, turning to Caleb as we near the chair. “What? No way,” he protests, holding up his hands. “Come on,” I plead, smiling. “It’ll make the picture so much better.” Santa chuckles, clearly amused by our exchange. “She’s right, young man. Hop in. It’s Christmas, after all.”

As I was busy looking at the pirate that entered through the wall, one of them said, "wait a minutes, this are not pieces golds, these are pieces of Junks. ' I was unable to view what was inside the cap so I had to call one of the pirates for help. I called him and he untied the rope. As I stood up, I went to the back of a Captain which happens to be a black Pirate. As I looked at the cap, I was so surprised about what I was seeing.