The Grinch Stole Christmas Part 2 Novels & Stories

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

He didn’t want to ruin her Christmas with memories of him. He was the Grinch. Scrooge. The enemy of Christmas. It was better for her to have the holiday without him ruining things. Better to leave before the stakes were too high. If he left now, she could still have a happy Christmas. Better to wake from the dream than have it turn into a nightmare. His hands went to his head, his heart aching with the choice. A tear trickled down his cheek. He held his phone in his hands, cradling the numbers he could see there. The decision was made and he was choosing wealth.

She was yet to be slapped by a toddler's reality. “Vee,” she palmed her face, the tone was still shaky. “Are you okay? What happened? Did anyone…” She paused to look in the direction that Violet had pointed. Right on the fucking LED screen. “Oh… That…” Elara mumbled, confused. She looked from the screen to me and I shrugged. “It is what it is.” Both in disappointment and relief, she heaved a loud sigh. “Baby, that's the Grinch. It only scares disobedient children.” She faced the little girl. “And you're disobeying mum by staying up past your bedtime.” That motherly tone slipped in.

He said. “I understand.” I said nodding. We shook hands, then he turned and headed back over. Once he was out of view, I walked back over to Jane’s parents. “Are you ready to continue?” I asked. They both looked at me, and nodded. We continued through the forest, it wasn’t long till the pack-house came into view. As we got closer, I was sure to mind link my father and mother. The two already standing outside, waiting for us to return.

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

“Because it’s Christmas. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I always have a tree up at my place even though there are very few presents under it. It’s the spirit of the season.” “Well, you know I don’t have much spirit.” “What about Giovanni and the rest of the staff? They’d probably like a tree.” “I don’t care what Giovanni and the rest of the staff want. This is my house.” She rolled her eyes. “Grinch.” “What did you just call me?” “Grinch,” she said louder. “You know, that big green thing that lives in a cave alone and hates Christmas.” “Just because I don’t put up a tree doesn’t make me a big green hamster.”