Short Christmas Stories Adults Novels & Stories

~Xavier’s POV I’m Xavier Hunt, nineteen, and if there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I live to fuck. Holes, lips, curves, older women, eager classmates… it doesn’t matter. I’m a hole-fucker, through and through, and I don’t even bother hiding it. I left my last school for… reasons. Let’s just say the principal and three of her staff got a little too attached to me, and things got messy. Not my fault they couldn’t handle me, not my fault their husbands or boyfriends found out.

Inside the house, the mood was festive and fun. Outside, the snow came down like an arctic blanket. Aquinas bread had been ruled magnificent, and they had used it as an excuse to polish off more than their fair share of adult beverages. They managed to put aside thoughts of weredragons and vampires for the night and just enjoyed each other's company. Beecher hadn’t mentioned what he’d witnessed, and no one else seemed to pick up on the weird vibe. When the storytelling finally got back to their trip to the mall, Beecher and Aquina begged Zinnia to tell the tale of how she had hog-tied a vampire.

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

I crossed my ankles, pressed my thighs together under the hem of my dress, and tried to pretend like it hadn’t happened. Being celibate—by force, definitely not a choice—was really screwing with my brain. We fell into our rhythm immediately. Zach launched into his spot-on impression of Dr. Hargrove, our ancient Economics professor, and I snorted so hard whiskey nearly came out my nose. It was easy, comfortable and safe. And God, I was so tired of safe. At thirty-one, after blowing out those ridiculous number candles on my last birthday while they sang off-key and sandwiched me in a double hug, I’d finally admitted the truth to myself: safe wasn’t enough for me anymore.

Dear Reader, the previous chapters has been a tease. Welcome to the official first section on this series: Filthy Step Secrets which would contain 50 or more Taboo Tales. Enjoy and be a good girl for Daddy. Chapter 1: The Storm Hits The wind howled outside like it was angry at the world, slamming snow against the tall windows of the luxury cabin in thick, furious waves. Inside, the fireplace crackled warmly, but the heat doing the real damage wasn’t coming from the flames. It was coming from him.

I reply, shrugging. He exhales, as though he was holding his breath. “Don’t you think that would ward off men?” “The point exactly.” “You don’t like men?” he asks cautiously. “If… you don’t mind me asking, of course.” “No,” I reply firmly. He blinks and then shifts in his position, carrying the first-aid box, walking away without another word. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the night before Christmas Eve, we gather outside around a crackling bonfire. It has stopped snowing for a while.

"After everyone goes to bed. Meet me in the workshop?" "Sophie said no sneaking around." "I'm not sneaking. I'm inviting you to my workspace. There's a difference." "That's sneaking." "It's Christmas. I want to spend time with you without an audience. Is that so wrong?" I looked at his face. Hopeful. Vulnerable. Completely irresistible. "What time?" "Eleven?" "Okay." His smile could have lit the entire house. Breakfast was loud and chaotic. Sophie told embarrassing stories about Derek as a dad. Catherine added embarrassing stories about Derek as a husband. Derek defended himself poorly while everyone laughed.

It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening. Jon's Auto Shop is one of only two shops in the small town of Randleman, North Carolina. This is where I grew up and have lived my entire life. I want to leave, but I have nothing to leave for. I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool.

She told her sister while arranging the fresh flowers she picked. Instead of feeling comforted, Sophia's nonchalance only angered Ella more. She knows that Sophia's beauty was gifted the day of her birth, but it just feels so unfair to her. She keeps getting beautiful and Ella keeps getting ignored. The men who used to court her now want Sophia. While they were in the market one day, Ella overheard a rumor that caught her interest. "I heard there is a monster hiding in an old castle in the mountains. They said he eats anyone who enters the castle!" The old lady whispered to her fellow vendor.