Novel & Cerita The Grump Who Stole Christmas

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

“That’s you. But small. So you can have you. When you’re sad. Not that you’re sad. Because 7 isn’t sad. But just in case.” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ February grabbed doll. Shoved in mouth. “Good,” Alex said. Nodded. “She likes it. Next.” _Thump._ *2:47 PM. [SFX: CLICK. THEN STOP. THEN SEVEN.]* We stopped. Even Christmas. Especially Christmas. _Click._ Clock. Mantle. With garland. With _HOME_ ornament. Ivy made it. Daycare. Macaroni. Gold paint.

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.

All I want is something, anything that will act like a distraction, anything that will shield me from those men. Looking back, I cursed under my breath when I noticed them chasing after me. “What the fuck is their deal?” Why are they acting as if I stole their Christmas present? I cringed at the word Christmas. Let’s just say I have the worst experience when it comes to Christmas. Growing up, I used to think that Santa Claus is actually real, that he actually dropped gifts every Christmas Eve. Imagine the disappointment of a seven years old when she found Santa Claus bleeding out on their porch, only that it wasn’t actually Santa, but my father Mr. Fordd Smith.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

I trust Lando to keep his dad out long enough for me to do everything I need. I quickly dressed in my red tracksuit with a white sparkling Christmas tree on the jacket and plants. I couldn’t resist buying them, especially when I saw that the start on the tree would be perfectly placed over my crotch in the front and my asshole. I couldn’t pass that up. I’m only wearing it while I work on decorating the villa. Have you ever seen the live-action How the Grinch Stole Christmas movie? Remember that scene where Martha May Whovier is doing an over-the-top yet elegant lighting decoration of her house? Yeah, that’s me. Plus, Alexander and some other pack members came out to help.

He looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.

But to my surprise, when Gram had called me downstairs on Christmas morning-I always spent the night with them on Christmas Eve so that we could enjoy breakfast and gifts together the next day-I walked down the steps into the same holiday wonderland that had greeted me every December twenty-fifth of my life. "How did you do this?" I stood alongside the tree, my hands on my hips, staring at the beautifully wrapped presents. "What do you mean? I didn't do a thing." Gram pressed her hand to her chest. "This is all the work of old St. Nick. He came down the chimney while you were sleeping. Somehow, you must have bamboozled him into thinking you were a good boy this year, because look at all thes

“Mr Hale, you do realize you're seating in my property. You do not have a right to be here as well, so I'd advise you not to push it." A heavy silence fell on the room, my dad's face turned pale. He wasn't used to being shut down. Dinner continued quietly and awkwardly. I kept my focus on my food, but I could still feel the angry stares crawl up my skin. Soon, an elderly woman walked in, flanked by guards. Everything about this woman screamed luxury. Damon rose to give her a warm hug. “Welcome grand ma." “Grandma?," I echoed in my head. Caleb forced a smile and walked into her embrace. “Great granny."

The man yelped, tripping and dropping the bag, while Sebastian and Nyra charged. Sebastian grabbed him by the collar. “Explain yourself!” The man stammered, “I… I… thought… Christmas heist…” Nyra’s eyebrow arched. “You thought?” Noelle, meanwhile, began rearranging the ornaments from the bag. “You can’t steal from Snowtopia,” she scolded. “Santa’s watching!” Sebastian blinked. “…Santa is not watching.” “No!” Noelle said firmly. “I’m watching. And I say… freeze!”