Short Christmas Stories Adults Novels & Stories

The nurse smiled and assured me she had it under control. “Enjoy yourself, ladies.” Lisa tugged at Tatum’s hand, leading me toward the barstools. The bartender, a shirtless, muscular, deep chocolate brother with dreads, came over to take their order. “Ladies. You’re looking good tonight. What can I get you to drink?” “What about you?” Lisa asked, seductively. I slapped her on the leg. “Ouch!” The bartender gave a soulful laugh. “Sorry, ladies. I’m on the clock, so I can’t partake in any fun.”

CHAPTER 1 I should’ve known better than to tease him. The moment I felt the chain of cool metal slap around my throat, I realised I had pushed him way too far. A few moments ago I was stepping out of the fancy hotel lobby into the night air, pretending to giggle at some man’s awful joke just to watch Adrian’s jaw clench across the room. The next moment, my body was slammed against the side of the black SUV, cheeks pressed into the tinted glass and his breath grazing the back of my neck.

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

“Where is the fun in that?” “It’s not supposed to be fun,” I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You are supposed to be repentant. To change your ways.” “And the other day, there were two men,” she whispered. There were rattling sounds as she leaned closer. I could smell her vanilla perfume. “I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—”

Adam glared at him but he didn't care. “The big guy lost a bet when we were in high school. We dared him to dress as the Grinch and snatch the presents from the mall Santa,” Frank said and Adam cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Adam said, trying to conclude the subject. “Not quite. Santa turned out to be a veteran and whooped his ass,” Frank added and laughed madly. Adam just glared at him in disgust. Jessica sniggered and went to the kitchen to fetch some extra dishes.

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose. "This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself. Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her.

"Do you want to know another fun way to eat Ice cream?" And the smiling man nodded. As they kissed, they began to succumb to their honesty as their desire and their passion slowly turned into real love. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Mechanic”

Likewise the Ice Fairy Queen whose attention was completely on Ron. Prince Ludiciel kept winking, a subtle sign to Elliot to tell him it was a trap but Elliot was focused on Ron. Prince Ron’s eyes flew open as he coughed slightly. “S-Story? I…uh, well…” He paused, pretending as if he couldn't really remember the story but then one came to his mind and he grinned. “Aha! I told her the romantic story of the time a simple brave Prince saved a young handsome man from a group of bandits. I call the story ‘Love at First Sight’. Wanna hear it?”

The taxi dropped me off just after three in the afternoon. The heat hit me like a wall the second I stepped onto the driveway—thick, humid summer air that made my thin sundress cling to my skin. Aunt Lisa’s house looked exactly the same as it had when I was a kid: big white two-story, wide porch, and that huge backyard I could already see stretching out behind it with the glittering blue rectangle of the pool. My first real holiday in forever. No exams, no part-time job, no cramped dorm room. Just three months of swimming, reading, and pretending the real world didn’t exist.