Skz Christmas Novels & Stories

“Of course. It would be a blessing. What do you want to auction? It’s to help the orphanages in Atlanta.” Aunty’s face lit up with an idea. “What about some desserts?” Kenzie nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! Some of the children are doing it as well. I’m sure they can always use more. Thanks, Mom.” Kenzie smiled and kissed her cheek. Uncle K and Uncle Xander came up to me and looked a bit uncomfortable. They both rubbed their necks with the tension. It was very odd to see the two like that.

“I’m glad you said that. I already requested three days and that was one of them.” “What were the others?” “Thanksgiving and Winter Solstice.” “OH! If we did winter solstice, could we have Krampus?” she asked with a giant smile and bright eyes. “They hold a Viking Yule Fest out there during December. There’s usually a few Krampus characters out there.” “Really?” Smiling, he nodded at her. “Zach has a great Krampus costume.” At her confused look, he gave a small laugh. “We do security out there and if my guys look like they belong out there, it’s better for them and safer for everyone.”

Kimora POV Zach cleaned my wound again in the bedroom before we went out and celebrated Christmas Day. Everyone here is awake and waiting for twelve o'clock because we will eat together and have a picture. West, Ycson, Sol and Eros are on the kitchen. There are many Beer and Wine glasses on the table. There are also round fruits such as grapes, oranges, watermelons, pomelo and others. There is also Spaghetti, Carbonara, buttered shrimp other dishes and I never lost sight of Adobo. Maybe Mom cooked it.

Zeke covers the camera above with one hand while the other roves over me, leaving sparks of electricity in its wake. His hand slips under the hem of my top, drawing small circles on my lower abdomen. My skin burns from his gentle, but rough touch. I whimper as his hand moves up. It brushes over my bare breast. My nipples tighten, begging for him to touch them. He's already straining against the fabric of his pants. Zeke drags my bottom lip between his teeth. His hot breath heaves in my ear. "Christmas is in a few hours. How would you like to spend the rest of your night? A fancy dinner, special date night, a party...in bed with me?"

We were just circling around the park. It was getting a bit crowded as the sun was about to go down. We were roaming from stall to stall. Zach was amazed how cheap the food and clothes here. He said he wanted to go back here every year since it's always like this every Christmas season. "Wear this," I handed Zach the black mask I had chosen, it was only half up to the nose. We were in front of a stall now. I smiled when Zach took what I gave him. He didn't ask me why and trusted my plan.

And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him. “When we’re at home,” she added, “Hayzel and I put up the Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving... You have to have a little restraint, don’t you think? I mean this year, I actually saw Christmas wreaths for sale in September. That’s going a little far for me and I absolutely loooove Christmas.”

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄✨✨✨✨ ‎Nora’s POV ‎Mikhail’s Family Mansion – Christmas Eve, December 25. ‎The snow falls in fat, lazy flakes outside the massive windows of Mikhail’s family mansion, turning the rolling hills into a winter wonderland straight out of a postcard. Inside, it’s a whirlwind of warmth and chaos—the kind that makes you forget about the cold world outside. The grand foyer is decked out with a towering tree loaded with twinkling lights and ornaments that look like they belong in a museum, and the air smells like pine, cinnamon, and roasting turkey. I stir the mulled wine on the stove, watching the spices swirl in the deep red liquid, feeling a little out of place but mostly content. This is