Wrapped Up Christmas Novels & Stories

Rocking on her toes, she whispered, “Merry Christmas, I guess.” “One more day, but yeah…” I dumped the sweater somewhere and lifted her. Her legs wound around my waist. I tugged her hair out of its knot, and she smiled sheepishly. Her smile elicited one from me. I palmed her cheek and murmured against her jaw, “Merry Christmas, love.” Her arms slid down my back, and her fingertips dug into my skin. I shouldn’t have worn a shirt. “Do werewolves celebrate Christmas and maybe other holidays?”

I smiled at her, seeing how she seemed to doubt herself but eventually got up, walking over to the Christmas tree where she picked up a small gift, stepping back over to me as she sat down next to me on the floor, laying it in my hands. “Thank you.” I smiled at her, looking at the gift in my hands. It was wrapped in typical Christmas paper, red paper with a white reindeer print on it. The package was about the size of a bigger envelope and wasn’t too heavy. She sure had my curiosity peaking since I had no idea what it could be. “OK.” I grinned, ripping off the wrapping paper, frowning once I saw what it was.

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

"I just realized I haven't bought them a puppy yet. Sorry about that, but, got so depressed at what happened when we last met…" "It's ok. There's still tomorrow…" "But it won't be Christmas then. I still have half an hour until midnight. And I think I know just the thing." In just a few moments, the twins were squealing excitedly and laughing delightedly at the gigantic black "puppy" that was willing to play, romp and give them piggyback rides. Finally, all the twins' wishes for Christmas were now complete. Merry Christmas, dear reader… See you this New Year!

The smell of cinnamon. It was Christmas, seven maybe eight years ago. The snow had blanketed the yard of the Lawson estate, turning the trimmed hedges and marble fountains into glistening sculptures. Inside, warmth radiated from the fireplace and the sound of laughter bounced off the walls. Hugh, wearing an oversized Santa hat, had wrapped an arm around both Damian and Annabelle. "I told you I was good at this wrapping business!" he declared, proudly holding up a clumsily wrapped gift. "Dad, that looks like it was mauled by a raccoon," Damian deadpanned, earning a loud burst of laughter from Annabelle.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

I said, giving a small nod. There was no point arguing with him, not after what had just happened out there. I didn’t want to be seen alone, I didn't feel safe anywhere else without him. The next evening was the Christmas gala. Ryan had mentioned several times to me, stating its importance in securing the contract. I agreed to go with him without hesitation, besides the gala had always been part of the plan. Only now, it felt a bit different. I came out of the shower and found a dress hanging in front of the closet. It was a beautiful deep green gown, it was elegant and soft. It shimmered under the light.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

"But you've already given me a lot! That just ..." "One more can't hurt," he insists, and before he can say anything else, he gets up from the couch, leaves the room, and comes back a few minutes later to drop a large, well-wrapped box on my lap. "Thank you," I say in grateful resignation. "No problem. Now go ahead and open it" After tearing the wrapping paper off my last Christmas present and looking inside the box, I shoot him a look of complete and utter surprise. He just smiles back at me. "Merry Christmas, Jane ..."