Undertale Au Christmas Party Novels & Stories

Narae greeted him with a tight hug before letting him go. He let out a low chuckle. “That's still next week, Narae.” The lady pouted. “But I’m excited. It's our first time celebrating together, plus Dom called An this morning. He’s finally done with his work.” She slowly walked away. Angelo stared at nothing. He’s coming back? Finally! He couldn't remove the smile on his face. For sure they will meet tomorrow for the Christmas Party. ANGELO woke up early like he did not sleep late last night. He was so excited to be able to attend DAWN's Christmas Party. Well, that’s one of the reasons. Angelo sure looked forward to it since last week.

“Speaking of Christmas parties, I'm really looking forward to yours this year. This will be the first that I will arrive as Mrs. Mecchia. I can't wait to show off our matching ugly sweaters!” Candace gushes. “Honestly, I can't believe it's just weeks away. Thanksgiving just flew by. First, we had Marcus's birthday then his sister came to town for a surprise visit, and now here we are on this fabulous trip. No sooner when I get back, I'll go into full-time holiday mode. Hey did I tell you that this year we are going to have a scavenger hunt instead of the ugly sweaters?”

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

(FIVE YEARS AGO) (THIRD PERSON'S POV) DECEMBER 25TH, 2019 It was the first time in five years that there would be a Christmas party hosted by the Hortons. It was the first Christmas party since Margo Horton's disappearance. The house was beautifully decorated and the rooms were colorfully fully lit to celebrate the season. For a family with only two members currently present, the mansion was filled with many people. All workers and close relatives. Slade Horton, aged 12, was seated at the foot of the stairs, watching as the workers of the Horton household sang Christmas carols. He was barely noticed by anyone and was so carried away by the carols that when a gentle hand landed on his shoulde

I tell them. “Sounds like a fantasy land to me,” Torin says, unimpressed. “It is!” I say excitedly, ignoring his tone. “That’s exactly what it is. A fantasy land, except everything is real. It’s amazing,” I say, looking at the others who seem excited. “When can we go?” Tamsyn asks. “Oh, well…” I turn and look at Cayd. “Our party?” “Would you be willing to stay two nights, King Ailduin? Madelyn is going to show my family and anyone else who would like to participate, what it means to decorate and cook for Christmas,” Cayd tells him.

"I think I can manage one single drink without causing a problem." "That's exactly what you said last time," Patrick reminded him. "Right before you ended up arm wrestling half the defensive line for twenty minutes straight." "I won every single one of those matches, for the record." "You also strained your shoulder doing it," Noah pointed out. "Still worth it." I quipped, and everyone laughed. "Alright," Noah agreed, raising his glass toward the center of the table. "We'll have the Christmas party the second Saturday of break, the theme is still leaning toward the eighties for now. Anything else we need to add to the agenda tonight?"

May said. “Alright, Aunty,” Xyla said. After that, Xyla patiently ended the conversation and hung up. She made a cool drift with her car, making a U-turn. With her foot stepping down on the gas pedal, Xyla’s car shot forward like an arrow. *** The weather was very pleasant the next day. The annual grand party was held at the Quest family’s place as planned. Gorgeous flowers of various colors, balloons, exquisite selections of pastry, and a classy champagne tower made the large courtyard appear very festive.

"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.

This was a family dinner party? I saw my dad, Helena, Selene and Caleb. My blood boiled. “Was Damon trying to humiliate me? Just then, he appeared. “You're here," he smiled. I gritted my teeth and shot him a deadly look, my hands curled into a fist beside me. “I know, I know," he started. “I'm sorry I didn't inform you it'll be a family party, I knew you'd back out if I did." “Is there a reason why I should be here?," I asked, my arms crossed over my chest.

Warm, crusty dinner rolls sat in a basket, accompanied by a dish of whipped herbed butter, while a pitcher of chilled white sangria and a jug of sparkling water with lemon slices completed the spread. When they were all seated, and their plates were filled, the atmosphere grew lighter with Julia's easy chatter. “The kids can't wait for their Christmas party. They're already making all kinds of crafts and decorations,” she said. Elena gushed. “Aww… I can imagine it'd be so much fun.” “Oh, and little Bertha...," Julia went on. "She finally nailed her notes. She’s playing one of the songs at the party.” “Wow, that's great. I can't wait to see her…” Elena caught herself, remembering she couldn't