Tmnt Christmas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

The system is silent too—no pings, no alerts. Just a soft golden notification: *Holiday Buff Active: +50% Recovery Rate (Family Zone).* *Pack Bond: Warm and Fuzzy.* I smile. Remy stirs. **Remy (sleepy, husky):** “Morning, Mrs. Tsatoke. Merry Christmas.” I kiss him slow. **Celeste:** “Merry Christmas, coyote.” We don’t rush. Mom’s already in the kitchen with Dad, arguing over how much garlic goes in the zacuscă.

"Call Vladimir worm once more, and I will cut your tongue. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." After I leave the newly formed pack, I forget my small discussion with Max. When I get home, I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep. But there is no time for it because Christmas is near and is a favorite holiday of the pack. Everyone comes together to prepare for Christmas. We have a big Christmas tree in the park that we usually decorate. All the pups help decorate it. On the 24th we have a big party in the main Pack House for those that were unmated.

Liam asked, batting Molly’s hand away from his hat. Molly thought back to herself asking Mr. Kerstman, in jest, for a romantic Christmas wish. It was a memory that now caused an undeniable twinge in her heart. “No. I don’t think so.” “Oh.” Liam nodded. “Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?”

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Tessa. You awake?” She snuggled closer to Curtis, made a small sound. “I could be. Why?” “It’s past midnight, baby. It’s Christmas.” “Ooooh.” She struggled to sit up, and he helped her. “Really?” “Umm-hmmm. You want your present?” She gave him a slow, hot smile. “I thought you were going to give it to me tomorrow morning.” “Not that one,” he huffed. “That one’s not exclusive to Christmas.”

Like a place made for quiet moments, not public ones. “He’s in here,” the maid said. “I’ll leave you.” The moment she was gone, I stepped forward. And stopped breathing. Damon stood at the counter. Black pants, perfectly pressed, bare chest, no shirt, no jacket. Just skin. My eyes betrayed me instantly. A tattoo covered the left side of his chest, sweeping across muscle and disappearing down his side. It wasn’t loud or chaotic. It was intentional. Lines and shadows that looked like they belonged there. His hands moved with ease as he cooked, veins visible, steady, confident.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

Maya: "Tomorrow." Derek: "Tomorrow I'm kissing you. Rules or no rules." Maya: "I'm counting on it." I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep was impossible. Because tomorrow was Christmas. And tomorrow, apparently, Derek was done following all the rules. I couldn't wait.