Penguin Christmas Caper Novels & Stories

As Charlie listened, he heard her shout, "You are all responsible for global warming! You are the reason the polar caps are melting!" A blonde even echoed, "That's right! In the Arctic, penguin chicks are losing their habitat, and it's all because of you selfish humans! Driving cars emitting huge amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere—aren't you ashamed?" Charlie frowned and asked Vera. "Are there penguins in the Arctic?" "Probably not," Vera laughed. "Someone tried to move them there a hundred years ago, but not one species survived for various reasons." Charlie sighed. "And they call themselves environmentalists? What an embarrassment."

Summer answered lightly. "I don't watch TV anymore. Will that help?" Summer nodded firmly. "Yes!" "Then, I promise not to waste electricity anymore. I hope the penguins can survive," River said, still in a slightly hoarse voice. Sky smiled at the children's chatter. "Your mission is indeed very noble. I'm sure the penguins will thank you. Now, instead of being sad, why don't you watch this video?" Sky swiped her phone screen. Summer and River's gazes were drawn there. Finding hundreds of penguins gathered on an island, their eyes sparkled again.

I rolled my eyes and was about to walk him through the power points of a backhand flick when my hand slipped and hit the sticker beside it. A "Peppa Pig bawling her eyes out" sticker went through. My stomach dropped. It was a sticker I used all the time on my main account, totally at odds with the cold, ruthless tactics-genius image of IceTyrant. The other end went silent for a full minute. "Master... did you get hacked?" I quickly hit unsend. "My cat stepped on it." "So even a legend like you keeps a cat! That's adorable! I'm buying you the best cat treats money can buy and shipping them tomorrow!"

I say flatly. “The sexy girl Erik, come on.” Marco holds up the pin up Angel. “We had to look at that stupid fish man for a whole month last year.” “It’s stupido.” The other Marco adds. The girls shake their heads in unison, wanting me to pick their fishy policeman. “He’s hot.” “So is she, he’s not even Christmas-y.” “He has a hat on!” Vanessa just confirmed my theory. “And the coppers love it.” I pick up the inebriated Santa, not wanting to get up in this battle of the sexes. “This one.”

Then they drove off and Calliope returned to the house, the driver turned some high volume rock music and they all bumped their head to the melodic tunes Shortly after, they stopped vibing and singing to the music being played, then she asked why they were being awfully silent then the firdt thug in the back who was dressed as a penguin said to Xyla “Nothing much, we just wanna fuck you up really bad" This words didn't make any sense to her ears in her drunk state so she just busted into laughter which somehow made the men to also join in, they all laughed like it was some elite comedy they just listened to.

I answered almost immediately. “Well… till then, you'll do as I say.” “I’ll do as you say but not on this one.” “Then, I'll make you,” he scoffed. The crackle of a gun brought me to my senses. “You can either choose to die or do as I say.” I took my panties off and here I was naked before my captor’s rival. All I wanted was to run away from earth entirely. My life was a total mess. I began to wonder how I became so unfortunate.

Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi. Well, I might not be the celebrity in question. But I'm riding with one. The notorious hockey captain l. He comes with unwanted attention, and I hate unwanted attention. So the truth is, I don't want people to see me with him. They might recognize me, and I'd likely be the talk of the class for the next year. "You're funny," Carl says, pinching the bridge of his nose in amusement. "You talk like you're some renowned figure. Get out. Let's grab something to eat."

and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago. Inside was what could only be described as a cozy little cottage. There was a roaring fireplace, the mantel topped with large green garland adorned with pine cones and shiny Christmas bulbs in red and gold. The sides of the fireplace were flanked with penguin sentinels carved into the rich oak. Two over-stuffed chairs sat nearby, and a full Christmas tree, decorated with various ornaments of all shapes and sizes, mostly in red and gold, filled the back corner near a window covered with thick red drapes. “Please have a seat,” Santa Claus said, offering her the seat

I nod my head softly, holding my mums hand as she rubs my arm. "He'll have picked up some speed by Christmas time when I see him" My mum grins as she turns her head to Eloise, who nods happily. "Maybe we could set up some kind of race for him, or like an obstacle course" Eloise giggles, which sets my mum off. "Did you say that Peter was going to dress up as Santa?" I ask quietly, eager to have some non-me focused conversations for a change. "He sure is, he got his costume 2 months ago just so he would have one ready for Christmas Day" Eloise replies proudly. "Briella has written a Christmas list for Santa and 'sent it off' to the North Pole. Now we just have to hope for snow"

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."