Short Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

"Never say never. Who knows…" Gosh, she was truly hopeless! Not wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore, I ended the call. Later events proved I shouldn't have done that. At least then I could have prepared myself for what was to come. … After the Christmas break, Louis and I both returned to work. The first morning rush after the holidays always resulted in unusually congested traffic. To make matters worse, I seemed to get caught at every red light possible. The trip that usually took no more than half an hour ended up taking me almost 50 minutes.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

I hated his guts for betraying me, but I couldn't find it in me to throw those letters away, so I kept them. We had this ritual where we'd write a letter to Santa asking for a gift. Of course we knew Santa wasn't real, but it was our thing. We'd sneak off when the other wasn't looking and check each other's letters and surprise each other with whatever we'd asked for. “I was right, Mommy, it is him,” Lucien said, looking from the photograph in his hand and back up to Ryan, before stopping at the last step as he stared at the picture and then at Ryan, who was now staring back at Lucien. He rushed to stand in front of Ryan, tilting his head back as he looked at the tall man, before raising his

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

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.

The ballroom throbbed with Christmas music, flashing lights, and the wild energy of an office party that had completely lost its filter. Lawyers and staff drank heavily, danced dirty, and cheered every time someone got bold under the mistletoe. Susan stood at the crowded bar in her tiny red dress, the hem barely covering the bottom of her ass and her tits nearly spilling out of the low neckline. She had come here tonight to be a slut, and she was already living it.

These two very different people meet at the most unforseen circumstances, it is Christmas and love is in the air, Will these two have their second chance or will circumstance tear them apart? Join Tanner and Katrina in their story of love, of second chances and of Christmas. Author's Note Here is the blurb, check out the next chapter for the chapter one of the six chaptered book.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

but not here. Richard listens to all this, his face intent, but he chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Yes, and last Christmas was no picnic either, was it? You three hunted by Klempner´s men and, well, getting my offices attacked and set on fire wasn´t exactly my first choice from Santa." He gives her a long look. "I imagine that Christmas when you were a child, in the Blessingmoors Home, was nothing to celebrate either?"