Short Christmas Stories For Adults Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

… no wonder all the parents always talked so well about her when we were young… But ignoring everything about this good time, I started to count down the time, hoping we would soon leave as if Ryan wasn’t sitting across me once again with his eyes set on me. … he watched all of my movements like a beast, and it made me ask myself, which one of us was the real Werewolf here… Easily, another hour went by and everyone seemed to be very entertained in the whole talk to even think about leaving that I just gave up at this point, getting up with my glass in hand ready for another round of eggnog. … I wasn’t a big fan of it, but the one made by Sienna was so good that I even thought about asking he

Although he was a bit rusty, he was incredibly patient. Holding a storybook, Shawn finished telling the story of Snow White. "The queen received her punishment, and the prince married Snow White. From then on, they lived a happy life together." "Daddy doesn't know how to keep people in suspense. When Mommy tells stories, she always stops halfway," Nicole commented, though satisfied. "Why?" "She says the story is too long, so she tells me to sleep early." Shawn subconsciously glanced at the time. Indeed, it was a bit late. He only had a little experience in taking care of kids.

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

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.

“Makes Christmas sound a lot more interesting.” I leaned back in my chair, coffee in hand. “You’re assuming your family celebrates Christmas instead of holding an annual shareholders’ meeting.” “We do both.” “I don’t believe you.” “My grandmother once gave my uncle a quarterly financial report in his stocking.” I stared at him, trying to decide if he was serious. “You’re lying.” “I wish.” I nearly choked on my hot chocolate, and Dean looked far too pleased with himself as he reached for the jam like he hadn’t just casually redefined holiday traditions.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

she carried Special into it and made her lay. "Remember the snow man from the frozen story, he cracked sparing Abel a glance. "Yeah, she chuckled. "Carrot nose, stick hands and snow body", she added and they laughed to it. Looking at the animal who laid calmly starring away at them, they talked about funny stories their parents told them. Cinderella, Beauty and the beast, Pinocchio... they were so happy and filled with joy while listening to each other's talks. those where fun moments they enjoyed when they where kids, having Special around was so good and Abel promised to always be good to it as it has blessed her union with the prince.

“From the very first weekend you moved in. You were prancing around in those tiny sleep shorts that barely covered your ass. I jerked off in the shower at least three times that week imagining spreading your legs and burying my face in your pussy. Kept telling myself it was wrong but fuck, the fantasy wouldn’t leave me alone.” I laughed and playfully slapped his chest before reaching over to the coffee table to grab the bowl of snacks. “We’re both terrible people. Here, open your mouth.” I fed him a piece of chocolate and took one for myself, the sweetness mixing with the dirty feeling still buzzing between my legs.