Undertale Au Christmas Party Novels & Stories

His eyes narrowed, a sense of agitation crossing his mind as he pushed it closer to me. I glared at him, shaking my head once more and he dropped it with a shrug of his shoulders. Damn man kept trying to feed me like a pet. Swallowing the toast, he cleared his throat. "So, five days until Christmas. Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?" I remained standing, observing them as much as Theonardo was. We made brief eye contact and he acknowledged me with a gentle nod of the head. Looking at Kacie, her eyes were focused on Aldren as she gushed about Christmas.

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.

Lauren downed the entire cup. “That’s enough. Stop worrying about me. It makes me feel uneasy that all of you are this worried about me. I’m fine!” She rubbed Gigi’s head and added, “Gigi’s the sweetest one around here. I’m no longer in pain thanks to you blowing at my hand.” “Of course!” The little girl nodded excitedly and proceeded to blow at Lauren’s hand. Lauren smiled and said, “Tomorrow night’s the party for Nordic College’s hundredth anniversary. As one of their most stalwart sponsors, the Fox family has to attend the party. However, I can’t make it the way I am now.

“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

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

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.