Percy Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

I looked up at them,Nick’s beard still dusted with glitter from my elf costume, Marcus’s hair mussed, both of them looking wrecked and satisfied. They didn’t say goodbye. They just kissed me again,one on each side of my mouth then turned back toward the grotto to clean up. I stood there alone for a moment, thighs still sticky, body still humming, snowflakes catching in my hair. And in my head, I whispered to you,the ones who’ve been reading every filthy second of this: Merry Christmas, folks. I’ve already gotten my perfect Christmas gift tonight. What’s gonna be your filthy Christmas gift?

She says to me, “Juniper,” Dante's husky voice sounds and I look up, blinking at him and wondering what he wants this time. “Do you want anything in particular for Christmas?” Yes, for you to leave me alone! I wish that was the truth. What I want is quite the opposite. As much as I try to deny it, I love having him all over me, I love the way he worships my body and that is all I want for Christmas. I want this hot Alpha daddy for Christmas.

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

The whip came down again, but I couldn’t scream anymore. My throat hurt, my body felt weak. Halfway into the punishment, my head dropped forward. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the warehouse, the doors burst open. “Everybody drop your weapons, now.” The voice was deep, strong, and familiar. My heart jumped. Damon. Men rushed in from behind him, big men. All of them were armed, guns pointed at Helena and her thugs. “Let her go,” Damon growled. Helena stood up slowly, her face pale, but she forced bravery.

Ceci shouted and embraced everyone. Cali smiled; it is her first time celebrating Christmas with people and her first celebrating it without Calix. "Merry Christmas," says Perci as he handed her a box of earrings. "Thank you. Merry Christmas," Cali replied as she handed him a box of gold bracelets. She kissed him on the cheeks not to tease him but to let him know that she is happy with the gift. She expected him to wipe his cheek just like he always does. However, he did not wipe it for the first time. 'Laurence, please stay sleeping... I don't know how to explain this weird feeling I have with Perci.' It was her selfish wishful thinking.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

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.