The Grinch Stole Christmas Part 2 Novels & Stories

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

He turned his gaze to the movie, Roman stalked to the TV and switched it off. “oh come on we were getting to the best part” Cory groaned. “you are supposed to be working and my coffee is late” Roman told him. Cory rolled his eyes and looked at me. “sorry, we’ll finish the movie later, the Grinch doesn’t like it”.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

"We have a fireplace, too! Maybe we can do that after dinner tonight!" "We'll see." Evelyn gave her granddaughter a wink. "We have a lot planned tonight." "But we're going to open presents first," Taren interjected, taking a bite of ham, and the savory flavor filled his mouth. Abby tilted her head to the side as a crease formed between her eyes. "Daddy, why are we celebrating Christmas again? We already had one." Taren leaned in for effect. "And we're going to have another one." "Yeah!" Abby clapped her hands in delight. "Really?"

"I just realized I haven't bought them a puppy yet. Sorry about that, but, got so depressed at what happened when we last met…" "It's ok. There's still tomorrow…" "But it won't be Christmas then. I still have half an hour until midnight. And I think I know just the thing." In just a few moments, the twins were squealing excitedly and laughing delightedly at the gigantic black "puppy" that was willing to play, romp and give them piggyback rides. Finally, all the twins' wishes for Christmas were now complete. Merry Christmas, dear reader… See you this New Year!

“Can you…shift for me?” “You wouldn't like it.” “I literally watched you fight a monster with claws. I think I can handle a simple demo.” He hesitated for a bit but then gave in. His eyes shifted from gray to silver, canines lengthening just enough to flash. Claws painfully (or so I assumed) pricked out from his fingertips. The mark on my wrist throbbed again, almost with immense pleasure. Then it all snapped back. “Enough?” he asked quietly. I nodded, completely speechless.

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

Where she gets her energy from I'll never know but I'm loving every moment of watching her. The next few hours consist of showers, matching Christmas pyjamas, takeout, sweets, popcorn and a movie called The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I'd never heard of it before but I loved every minute of it and so did Nina. "It's almost 9 pm and way past someone's bedtime." Nina gives me a pouty look before I've even finished talking but it's not going to wash with me. "Can I stay up a ikkle more momma, peas!" She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me.

Okay. So. I didn’t die. I just had coffee with Ethan Quan and didn’t choke, faint, or confess my love while crying into a napkin. That alone is worth a trophy. Or a plaque. Or a full-blown N*****x miniseries titled Girl, Calm Down. As soon as I get back to the Carrington estate, I power-walk to my room like I’ve just shoplifted God and slam the door shut behind me. Ten seconds later, I scream into my pillow.