Pfp Christmas Novels & Stories

I bid farewell to their happy faces and that's how I'm going to remember them . • Now every Christmas, I sit near the fireplace with mom and dad. I wear the red bow with reindeers on it that gammy gave me on my last Christmas at their place; and I sing. I sing "Last Christmas" through the bottom of my heart and picture gammy and pappy's smiling face. I embrace what's good.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

"Call Vladimir worm once more, and I will cut your tongue. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." After I leave the newly formed pack, I forget my small discussion with Max. When I get home, I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep. But there is no time for it because Christmas is near and is a favorite holiday of the pack. Everyone comes together to prepare for Christmas. We have a big Christmas tree in the park that we usually decorate. All the pups help decorate it. On the 24th we have a big party in the main Pack House for those that were unmated.

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.

I still had my stuffed animals pressed into my chest. As soon as the girls saw my arms stuffed with the panda and Rudolph they squealed and begged for one. I couldn't deny them and their big puppy eyes, plus carrying two was being a hassle. So I gladly handed over the big panda but kept Rudolph for myself. Knox won it for me and as weird as it sounded I wanted to keep it. We were all currently walking down the street that had been closed for the festival. Christmas decorations lined the buildings and in almost every store front was a Christmas tree perfectly decorated. Christmas music was being played loud enough we could hear it.

After I started working at the zoo, I was added to a group chat called “A Hundred Ways to Kill a Human.” Every member had an animal as their profile picture. At first, I thought it was some quirky staff group. I even found it kind of cute. That was, until I realized they were discussing how to eat me. Pedro the Parrot: [The new human has beautiful eyes. I can’t wait till Christmas. I want to peck them out right now!]

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

I take the pills and drink the juice flopping back down and going back to sleep. . . . Hi everyone. I am not posting a chapter tomorrow because it is Christmas Day and I am going to be spending it with my little family. For those of you who celebrate it Have a Good Christmas If you don't Have a Good day. Stay safe Love Peyton

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.

If I stay another hour with this utterly perfect, steamy, magnetic storm of a man, something might just melt and I can’t guarantee it won’t be my panties. I push my glasses up my nose. “Really.” He taps his fingers on the table. “Are you saying you’ve never bought Christmas presents for anyone?” “I have,” I admit. “For people I care about, who I’m grateful to have in my life. That’s what Christmas is about – celebrating, treasuring the people you love, making them happy. It’s not the presents. It’s the smile you put on their faces when you give them presents, when they tear off that shiny wrapping paper and see something they want. You see, if you give a present to someone close to you, you