Tmnt Christmas Novels & Stories

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

"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.

THBM EP 161 ~DOMINIC~ The past month had been a red mist, but I never knew that there was something darker than the red I saw, perceived, and ate through the entire month in the absence of Alicia. After I got that video from my brother last night, I spent the entire night at my office with Chris, rummaging through files, connecting dots, and trying to hack into the motherfucking private island of Desmond, but it just wasn't working, and it grated at my last nerve and sanity. My eyes turned bloodshot when I got a notification on my phone again at 3:50 A.M. this morning and it was another message from the blonde fucker.

So we needed to know more than we currently do about each other. Once we were both finished I leaned forward, my elbows on the table. "I know its only 9 o'clock but should we go get ready for the errands we need to run?" "There's more than one errand?" "Yep!" I beamed. I was going to show Knox all that Rutland has to offer. It may be cold, and maybe snowing, but Rutland at Christmas time was the best. Every store and building decorated to the nines. Plus we had a few days before Christmas to do some stuff.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Five very long hours later, work is finally done and I make my way to my car and head home. As I come in through the door, I find Dom and Shel in the living room, Connie had been called into work and Jason was in the basement wrapping something special for me for Christmas, according to Dom with a wicked grin.

A shiver runs through my body from the deep timbre of his voice and of course, he doesn't miss it. "We do have one problem though." I nod for him to tell me because my throat feels dry as hell from his previous words. "I forgot to put up the balloons and banners." He looks pissed at himself and I can't help but find it cute as fuck. "That's ok. We can put them up in a bit. I'm sure with all the excitement of the Christmas gifts, she won't notice." Before he can respond Nina starts pulling at his hand trying to get him on the bed making him laugh.

If it was on a normal day, the young Vulkhaen would giggle and then do things to please its mother. But now wasn't the time to remain lovey-dovey. Time was ticking, okay? "Mom, Dad, everyone, please follow me outside the cave. There's a big present I brought here for you guys. You're going to like it for sure," Tamesis said, trying hard not to let a bit of the nervousness he truly felt inside slip onto his face. "A big present?" the pink snake wasn't convinced. "Come on, Mom. It won't take long. Come see it. If you don't like it, you can use your tail to smash it to pieces. But I truly worked hard to bring it here,"

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a