The Night Before Xmas Book Novels & Stories

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.

We dressed slowly, sharing laughs over rumpled clothes. As he left for his night shift, promising coffee tomorrow, the snow outside seemed magical, not isolating. Christmas Eve had gifted connection, turning a doorman's kindness into something profoundly intimate, human, and alive.

I hugged her a little tighter than usual before I left, breathing in the familiar scent that reminded me of my childhood. “Don’t be late,” she said. “I won’t,” I lied. I dressed carefully in neutral colors. No jewelry except the necklace Damon gave me. I almost took it off, then stopped. I didn’t call Damon to inform him of anything. I reached for my phone and scrolled, my fingers hovered over his name more than once, but Aunt Mira’s warning echoed in my head; Love can make you careless, and I couldn’t afford to be careless. The city looked different at night. It was louder but emptier somehow. Streetlights lit up the entire road, giving a clear view of what's coming in front and behind, but

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

"The night's not over yet, Santa. I want my real present before we sleep." I chuckled low, my cock already twitching under the sheets despite the exhaustion. "Babe, we've been partying since noon. You sure you don't wanna save this for Christmas morning? Ho ho ho and all that." She pouted, but it was all fire, her hand diving straight under the waistband of my boxers, fingers wrapping around my thickening shaft with a firm, teasing squeeze. "Nah, this is Christmas Eve special delivery. You've been eyeing my ass all night under that mistletoe. Time to unwrap your naughty elf." She stroked me slow, thumb circling the head where pre-cum was already beading, her breath hot against my neck as she

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

The next three days were a strange mix of tension and unexpected warmth. Margaret stayed mostly in her room, making calls to Nick's lawyers about getting Amanda removed. Amanda and her friends went into town constantly, pretending to plan a wedding that would never happen. Preston kept apologizing to anyone who would listen. And Nick tried to keep everything from exploding. But somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, Christmas was coming. Riley woke me up early on December 23rd by jumping on my bed.

**Chapter 82 – Mortal Christmas** ** December 24, 2030 – Hot Springs, Arkansas** Christmas morning smells like smoked mici, fresh mămăligă, and pine needles. No rifts. No bosses. Just quiet. I wake up in my childhood bedroom—Remy sprawled beside me, one arm over my waist, braids tickling my shoulder. The crown is quiet, spinning slow and content. The system is silent too—no pings, no alerts.

Aspen Her eyes fluttered open when Axl sat down on her bed with two cups of coffee in his hands. He had a red Santa hat on his head, and she chuckled as she shifted into a sitting position. The soft morning light spilled across the room, catching in the tinsel she’d taped to the headboard the night before. “Merry Christmas,” he said, and took a sip from his own cup. His eyes held exhaustion, yet the smile on his face was one she knew. He was trying to hide something from her.

I don't know why but I immediately went in front of Ethan's room. The door opened right after I knocked on it, and there I saw Ethan with messy hair and huge black eye bugs beneath his eyes. "Hi, Lili." He greeted me with a smile. He looks tired. "Do you want something from me?" "Yeah, I can't go out of my room on Christmas day that's why I'm going to give this to you in advance." He said as he gave me a book. After seeing the title of the book, my eyes widened in shock.