Wrapped Up Christmas Novels & Stories

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

I want daddy to know that I belong to him completely, willing to do whatever he wants of me. I head to the living room, lighting the fireplace, readying the room and myself for my gift-wrapping. The fire crackles and pops, warmth flooding the room and making me feel safe and wholesome against the frigid outside. The Christmas spirit seems to flow through me, the joy of the holidays and the comfort of the good life. Little does that spirit know, this room isn't going to be wholesome for long. I strip naked and start with my chest, wrapping the ribbon around a few times, compressing my large bosoms, covering my nipples but leaving ample underboob. My tits are begging to be freed, and daddy's g

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

"You are cold." "It is freezing outside." He shivered dramatically. "Here." Roy handed her a well-wrapped present about the size of a shoebox. "Merry Christmas." "Take mine too." Bruce brought out a small box from his coat pocket. The wrapping hinted on the poor skills of the wrapper. Rubbing his shoulder. "I tried making it fine, but it still ended up like this." Lisa gave the two of them a peck on their cheeks. "It is okay, I love it. Merry Christmas."

Em wasn’t even sure what town it was but she didn’t care either. She was engrossed in her ritual of wrapping.. she loved making each present special … she’d tied bows different ways on all the gifts and stuck little tag ornaments and things like greenery or candy canes on top. She was watching ‘Christmas with the Kranks’ and having a few moments of well deserved peace. Midway through present wrapping the door opened. Shitty shit shit. She had hoped she would have the house to herself a while. She looked up to see Quinn coming around the threshold.

Or maybe…. “Holly.” My thoughts were cut off by my manager calling out to me. I switched my attention to her. “Yes?” “I need you to move to gift wrapping duty, okay? Caroline will be covering the register,” she explained. Honestly, I was excited to move to gift wrapping. Stocking or working the register was okay, but gift wrapping was where all the fun was. It was the best place in the house to hone in on the Christmas spirit and share it. I loved wrapping presents, and I had the skill for making the perfect folds and crisp straight lines. Plus I got to add little ribbons and strings and decorations to make it fancier, to give it more character.

Evan Wolversen ran through the Packhouse of the Black River Pack. Life was settling down after all the fighting and, of course, his birthday. Now there was a lot of excitement buzzing about as everyone started getting ready for Yule’s first day. He’d been learning all about Yuletide; it’s crazy long celebrations. Who would have thought of Christmas celebrated from December twenty-first to the New Year? It was one party that lasted the whole time. His pup grouping was getting together to finish making yule presents for everyone. It seemed to like a lot of work. But everyone got a present every day of Yule. Little things like cards, ornaments, food, and toys.

Under the Evergreen lay stacks of gifts of all different sized boxes wrapped in colorful, festive wrapping paper. Tinsel hung from the branches that reflected the roaring fire’s light. “Hey, sweet boy,” Sebastian said as he received his morning cuddles. “Morning, Daddy,” he said with a sleepy smile. “Morning, Zhoni and Gramma Rose. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, muffin,” Rose said with adoration in her voice. She bent and kissed his forehead before heading into the kitchen. “Merry Christmas, Yanaha,” Nizhoni answered smiling.

How had they hidden all of this from me? “Go get changed,” Leo said. “Look, we have snacks.” Adonis and Jay approached me. “You’re not the only one who can do Christmas,” Adonis said, folding me into his arms for a big hug. “Merry Christmas, Willow.” Overcome with emotion, my eyes became wet with tears. This was just as I’d imagined it. It was picture perfect. Every single detail. “We have more Santa presents upstairs,” Logan whispered, also giving me a hug.

2 Weeks Later Laila sat curled into the corner of her sofa, a soft cream-colored throw blanket draped across her lap as Laya leaned heavily against her side. The Christmas lights she hadn’t quite found the heart to take down yet glowed softly around the living room, casting warm gold and red reflections across the walls. The tree was gone, the ornaments packed away, but the lights remained—small reminders of a season that had changed more than just the calendar. Her phone, propped up against a candle on the coffee table, rang, vibrating slightly against the wood.