Really Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

, the little princess asks with tears in her eyes, clenching her fists, Did they? - No, the cat laughed. That night, just before dawn, when she was exhausted from crying, Petrunia fell asleep, she dreamt a strange dream in which she was told by a large, beautiful fairy (you guessed it was the same fairy that pretended to be small) to make a cake in which she would to pour all her selfless kindness and to give the king and queen a try, so they will see.

It read, in big block print, “Santa’s Workshop.” “Right,” Serendipity nodded, realizing that if she could read, she would have known that. Her face lost a bit of the glimmer from before, but she still stared in awe. “How amazing!” she whispered, looking up at several stories of glass windows and the brightly dressed elves scurrying about with various toys, different patterns of wrapping paper, and other items essential to making and finishing off Christmas presents.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

His heart jolted back to life. He waited. She smiled at him. "Merry Christmas." Just a simple greeting. Not even "healthy" or "happy." His heart fell quiet again. He stood in the freezing wind and said, "Merry Christmas." THE END

She looked at it. Ryder. One message. “How was it?” She typed back. “A student’s grandmother told a story every year at Christmas. The same story. Same words. She asked why. The grandmother said — if I stop telling it, it stops being true.” She pressed send. Stood in the corridor. His reply came in forty seconds. “That’s the whole thing.” She held her phone. “I know,” she typed. “Same building,” he sent. “Same building,” she replied.

Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

Chapter 1 Emma’s POV “Hey, Jake, you think Mom and Dad have any booze stashed away in here? Winter break’s boring as hell without something to loosen us up.” I pushed open the door to their master bedroom, the hinges creaking softly in the empty house while snow piled up outside the window, blanketing everything in white, but inside it was warm from the heater humming away in the corner. Jake followed me in, his footsteps thudding on the carpet, that familiar smirk on his face like he was up for whatever trouble I dragged him into, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he glanced around the room with those lazy eyes of his that always seemed to catch every little detail.

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

That was three years ago and Red has been cleaning up ever since. So instead of screaming, she said softly, “Yes, Mr. Alton.” She finally clocked out at 9:14 p.m. The night air outside was freezing, the city glowing with Christmas lights and careless laughter. She tugged her coat tighter, her breath forming little ghosts in the air as relief washed over her.

Ivana snapped back almost instantly, "I've got no time for this. I'm helping Charles look for Bubbles. If Bubbles is truly lost, Charles will be heartbroken." In the next moment, she added, "Besides, Christmas is tomorrow. You're in such a hurry for me to come over because you're jealous, aren't you?" I closed my eyes and let the tears slide down soundlessly. After ten years of marriage, I finally understood that to Ivana, Noelle and I weren't even worth as much as Charles' dog. I took a deep breath and said icily, "Ivana, it was supposed to be your turn to stay with Noelle tonight. If you hadn't left, Noelle might not have…"