Sappy Christmas Novels & Stories

"I hung out with them at the wedding and it was fine. Besides, I want to see you. Don't you want to see me?" "Babe, who is that?" Sophia's voice asked in the background. "It's Scarlett." "Ooh let me talk to her!" I rolled my eyes but didn't hang up as I've done in the past. "Hi Scarlett!" "Hi, Sophia." I said trying to keep my tone as pleasant as possible. "Merry Christmas! I'm so sorry you couldn't make it here this year, we really wanted to see you." The we sounded fake, but I'm sure she thought she was telling the truth. "Yeah, I guess things just don't work out sometimes. I thought you would be out of state."

Sadie and I have been in Baker now for two months. Going by the names Katie and Nick. Sadie turns eighteen in three days. It’s hard to believe that she is seven months pregnant, but her stomach grows every day. I got a job right away and Sadie wanted to do something besides stay at home all day. I found a way for us to have all the legal documents we would need to become Nick and Katie. Sadie went and decided that she wanted to go and take some classes during the day. Sadie wants to become a counselor to help people. She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help.

I tell her. “Ah…this is so sappy.” She croaks out after some seconds of crying. I chuckled, wiping the corner of my eyes. “Yes, you’re right. This is extremely sappy and now I’d like to go back to watching Stranger things.” I say, pulling away from them. “When are you giving me my hundred bucks? I got it fair and square.” Sasha sniffs as she spoke. “In your dreams! I ain’t giving you shit after telling Lana I ate her cream buns.”

She needed to write letters to Santa (done), make cookies (scheduled for Christmas Eve), ensure James understood Santa’s rules, and make sure Mama wasn’t “too sad to enjoy Christmas.” “Mama, you HAVE to be happy for Christmas,” Charlotte announced while they decorated the tree. “Christmas is for HAPPINESS. Sadness isn’t ALLOWED.” “I’ll do my best to be happy. But Charlotte, sometimes grown ups are sad even during happy times. That’s okay.” “But it’s CHRISTMAS! The happiest time!” Charlotte’s investment in Seraphine’s emotional state was touching and concerning. “I’m happy about Christmas. And happy about you and James. Sometimes I’m sad about work problems at the same time. People can be hap

Well…that’s definitely a new, “you are right, I wouldn’t watch sappy movies on my own, we watch it as a family though. Every Christmas, we visit our house in the mountains and spend the vacation together. So, I am practically forced to watch those movies” I shouldn’t have mentioned that, the look on her face gives her away “that must be nice” she mutters under her breath. Shit! I made her sad, I need to do something before everything I worked hard for is ruined, I place a comforting hand on her shoulder “hey! I shouldn’t have bought it up” I pull her to me for a hug. She rests her head on my chest and wraps her arms around my waist, I stroke her back in soothing circles.

"Trust me, you've done well to have agreed to spending Christmas at my house...and I promise, you aren't leaving this city untouched." West Coast was where you find the boys that bring the fun, according to my best friend, Sonia. I only agreed to spending Christmas at her place because she had been asking since the start of the year. Aside from that, she would taunt me non-stop for still being a virgin at 20. Nothing about s*x interests me. It is true I haven't had my first s*x yet. I mean, you have to be interested to even do it, right? Well, I'm in for it this time, see what Sonia's Christmas fun plan was about.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

“You’re such a party pooper. Now get that tree out of the box and we’ll get this place looking like Christmas.” Holly’s enthusiasm was infectious, he had to admit. He helped her put the tree together, a plastic thing from Walmart he’d bought ages ago, and although it looked rather scraggly, he enjoyed helping Holly decorate it. Turning on some Christmas music, they hung the tree with lights as Arya and Sansa attempted to help. When only some of the lights even turned on, Holly laughed. “That is the saddest looking tree I’ve ever seen.” “Hey, it’s been through a lot,” Matt said as he fiddled with the lights. “Be nice to it.”

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."