Romans & histoires Pretty Little Liars Christmas

"Wake up losers!" I heard a loud shout that pulled me from my sleep. I felt weight press down on me and I yelped as I opened my eyes. I groaned at Lila who was laying on top of me. She grinned at me. Liam groaned from next to me and mumbled something under his breath. I smiled up at Lila and she grinned even more. "It's Christmas! Get up, get up! We have breakfast at uncle Mason's and then presents! Move your butt!" Lila squealed loudly as she jumped off the bed. I rolled my eyes as she ran out the room.

I've had about enough shit at this point. … Via "Christmas is coming up in a few days," Georgia says to me, the wiggles her eyebrows. "Will your boyfriends and your stepson be joining us?" She grabs a pair of scissors. "Your dad is really looking forward to Christmas with everyone." Her words make my stomach churn a bit. "I don't think so." I shake my head as I unbox a set of gold glitter plastic ornaments. "What? Why not?" Georgia stops wrapping the present for my niece, Catalina. Otherwise known as Dean's daughter.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

Hayzel laughed and shook her head so hard her pigtails flew back and forth across her eyes. “I go to pre-K because I’m too little for Big-K because my birthday comes too late because it’s the day after Christmas and I can probably get a puppy if I ask Santa and Mommy’s gonna get me a fairy doll for my birthday because Christmas is for the puppy and he’ll be all white like a snowball and he’ll play with me and lick me like Lizzie’s puppy does when I get to play there and…”

Snow's falling. I sit quietly on my bed. It's early; there is no sound outside. There's no sound inside. Why there's no sound outside? Oh, right, it's Christmas. I sit up in bed. Has my mom bought me something? I can't remember the last time I ran down the stairs to the big tree. I grab my robe and run downstairs. I feel like a little girl again when I see a couple of presents under the tree. I sit beside the tree and start to unwrap my gifts. I have new clothes, new books, - vampire drama- that's not that fantastical and unreal anymore- shoes, among other things. My mom really knows me well. My smile goes from ear to ear.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

When we reached my villa, I opened her door for her. We stepped inside and she looked around but said nothing. She was too numb. I guided her to the couch. “Sit,” I murmured. She did. I sat beside her, close enough to keep her warm from the cold. She left without a sweater.. damn. “Lisa,” I said quietly, “there’s something you need to know.” Her eyes lifted slowly to mine. “There’s a Christmas fashion show being hosted on the twenty-third,” I said. “A huge one. High security. VIP only. The world watches it every year.”

Liam asked, batting Molly’s hand away from his hat. Molly thought back to herself asking Mr. Kerstman, in jest, for a romantic Christmas wish. It was a memory that now caused an undeniable twinge in her heart. “No. I don’t think so.” “Oh.” Liam nodded. “Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?”

Kai's voice rumbles low against her ear, darkly amused and dangerously enticing. "Yes." She shivers as his tongue traces the edge of her ear. "I didn't listen because I crave that danger." Kai chuckles, a deep, sinful sound. "Oh, you're my naughty little Christmas gift." Movement catches their attention. Jackson approaches now, no longer fighting or confused about what he wants.