Sappy Christmas Novels & Stories

(blushing emoji) Brandon: Merry Christmas beautiful! Can't wait to see you again! Me: Merry Christmas! I can't wait to see you again! We need hang out sometime soon! Brandon: SOON! PLEASE! (heart emoji) Harrison: Where have you been baby? I miss you so damn much! Merry Christmas! I hope you got everything you wanted this year! I definitely got everything I wanted and more. Me: Sorry, I've been busy, I miss you too! Merry Christmas! I got more than I ever thought I wanted! I hope you are having a good day.

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”

That night, we all sat in the living room watching a classic Christmas movie. Onscreen, in The Polar Express, Santa slid down a chimney with his giant sack of gifts, smiling at the children. I watched the screen, but all I could picture was the twisted figure Sophie described. Spider fingers, too many joints, a tilted head, standing perfectly still. Suddenly, it hit me. A gaping hole in Sophie's story.

“Please, sweetheart… not again,” Jade murmured, staring helplessly at her laptop screen. It was the 31st of November. Christmas was coming fast, and the streets outside Jade’s apartment were already exploding with music, lights, cinnamon-scented vendors, couples taking photos, and kids chasing fake snow. But Jade wasn’t a part of any of it. Inside her cramped apartment, Harper’s cries scraped through the air.

Nakapapaso ang balat nito at natatakot siyang madikit dito. Sa kanilang pagkakalapit ay mas naamoy niya ang panglalaking pabango nito. A mixed scent of woody and citrus. Amoy na matagal niyang hinanap-hanap. Amoy na na-miss niya nitong nakaraang dalawang taon. Amoy ng taong minsang nang-iwan sa kanya. Nalasahan niya ang pait sa sariling dila. Naramdaman ang sakit sa dibdib. Kasalanan rin naman niya dahil nagtiwala at minahal niya kaagad ang taong hindi siya kayang mahalin pabalik. Lalaking may nararamdaman pa rin sa dating kasintahan. Lalaking walang tiwala sa kanya.

The youngest of their children Mark who was seven was looking horrified at the pair. "Never Christian." Maverick laughed. "Your mom is the type that begs for it." "Well, soon enough, you will be grandpa, and you will have to slow down." Christian laughed. "Well, Christian, your father has a few more good years," Scar said. The group moved around the room as the party was in full force. "Champagne, my love?" Maverick asked. "No," Scar said with a smile. "Scar? The only reason you don't drink is...." Maverick said, slightly confused.

"Well, Merry Christmas! Aren't you a jolly, slutty elf!" "Merry Christmas, Papa Charlie," Essence responded merrily, as she kept stroking his now semi-erect dick. "Merry Christmas, you big-dicked Grandpa," Sheila called out from between his legs. "Merry Christmas, baby girl slut," Charlie responded fondly, these double sensations exhilarating, and the ultimate best way to be awakened. The two girls returned to working over his genitals for a couple more minutes, until he was completely hard. Essence then said, "It's time for my first Christmas present, Papa Charlie!"

Do I need to apply to hollywood? I almost went cold when I heard his deep voice. "Come here." Wait. ‘Don’t he say they will include me? I do not want! Never! "A-Are you dressed yet?" I pretend to stutter the question. I hope not yet, so that I can see the hose that will water my dry petal. "Yes, hurry up. You're annoying." I slowly removed my hand. Sir was already standing as if nothing had happened. Rebecca frowned as she sat on a sofa in front of the table.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

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!"