Pfp Christmas Novels & Stories

“Piper, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Will you marry me?” I stare at him, stunned, before a bitter laugh escapes my lips. “You really think a ring fixes everything?” “Say yes, Piper,” he pleads desperately. “Let’s have the Christmas wedding you always dreamed of.” His audacity is something that should be studied, and all I can think about is how he truly puts the "EX" in Xmas.

December 25 Christmas arrived, it was something small. Just our friends, our parents and Sophia. Since it was already the 25th, we decided that today we would exchange the gifts. "Merry Christmas, Sophia." I smiled as I gave her her present. She squealed when she opened it. She gave me one of her famous hug that I love. "Merry Christmas, babe." I said while giving him his gift. He opened it and smiled. He told me he loved it. It was a picture of us and Sophia in the middle.

It felt like freedom for the very first time ever. In their penthouse, I found it strange that there were no single Christmas decorations in sight. On the king-size bed inside the luxurious penthouse, I'm naked and the sheets were cool beneath me, but my body burned—with need, and the desperate urge to be fucked. My bra clung to my damp skin, my pre-cum leaked out from my pussy, through the crotchless panties, wet against the sheets that cleaved to my pussy lips. And still—they only watched.

Jake on the other hand always kept it a bit longer on top and combed to one side. Both had matching pjs, as did we of course... it was a tradition we had always done since I could remember. This year we had a white and red striped pants and long sleeved tees with the words 'merry Christmas yah filthy animal' Courtesy of the very humorous Lorraine Mitchell of course.

Paisley replied cagily, exchanging meaningful glances with her siblings. Later, after they’d returned home and Jane was busy trying to situate the Christmas tree in its stand, the pups retreated to their room. “Okay, Paisley, what’s up?!” Riley asked excitedly, “what did you say to Santa?” “Well,” Paisley began, raising her little hands to get her siblings’ attention, “have you ever noticed that Santa smells different every year?” Riley, Ryder and Parker stared at each other in surprise, realizing for the first time that she was right. “You’re right!” Parker exclaimed.

Each person would draw a festive holiday-themed prompt from a hat and act it out, while the others guessed what it was. As we settled into our spots, it quickly became clear that Chris was not fully engaged. He made an effort to join in, pulling a slip of paper from the hat and trying his best to act out "building a snowman," but his heart didn't seem to be in it. His movements were sluggish, and his attempts at humor fell flat. I watched him from across the room, my heart aching a little. I missed his usual jolly personality—the way his laughter could light up a room. Seeing him like this on Christmas Day felt like a cloud hanging over the festivities.

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.

The wolves can't keep their eyes down; they shift subtly to watch them, trying to comprehend who this girl is—this stranger who somehow commands their Alpha's attention in a way no one else does. "I've been around this town," Ivy starts. "And?" Jackson interrupts, but Kai's glare makes him back off. "Christmas day is around the corner, and it looks like a ghost town." Ivy doesn’t flinch or look away from Kai. "Maybe that's what everyone is used to here, but life can be enjoyable—especially during Christmas. I'm thinking we could organize some activities for the season, bring everyone together, and spread some warmth. For the first night—" "You called my attention for this nonsense?"

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.

I hired a lawyer to handle the divorce lawsuit for me. Next, I found a new place to stay and quietly waited for the results of the divorce proceedings. Just when I thought everything would slowly settle down, a group of dog lovers started coming after me on the internet. In no time, I became a trending topic. Some animal lovers had seen Charles' livestream where he searched for his dog on Christmas Eve and had taken photos of his devastated expression. The pictures spread rapidly online. Charles became known as the "Dog-Loving Prince Charming" while I became public enemy number one.