Grinch Santa Claus Novels & Stories

She says to me, “Juniper,” Dante's husky voice sounds and I look up, blinking at him and wondering what he wants this time. “Do you want anything in particular for Christmas?” Yes, for you to leave me alone! I wish that was the truth. What I want is quite the opposite. As much as I try to deny it, I love having him all over me, I love the way he worships my body and that is all I want for Christmas. I want this hot Alpha daddy for Christmas.

Where she gets her energy from I'll never know but I'm loving every moment of watching her. The next few hours consist of showers, matching Christmas pyjamas, takeout, sweets, popcorn and a movie called The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I'd never heard of it before but I loved every minute of it and so did Nina. "It's almost 9 pm and way past someone's bedtime." Nina gives me a pouty look before I've even finished talking but it's not going to wash with me. "Can I stay up a ikkle more momma, peas!" She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me.

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

“Brother Stephen can I stay with you, the Grinch is being mean to me and she doesn’t want to play with me” “Who is the Grinch?” Adrian asked Sarah, who gave him a mischievous smile. “The Grinch is my big sister but don’t tell her,” Sarah giggled, causing Adrian to smile. “Nice one kid,” Adrian said as he raised his hand to give her a high five. “Well where is your nanny” Stephen asked smiling at their interaction “She is mean too, please let me stay with you, i will be good, pretty please with cherry on top” the little girl asked.

I asked others, “Are you guys okay with dressing up? I won't force you if you feel uncomfortable with it.” Harry, “I'll be perfect for the grinch role, boss.” Teresa, “I'll choose to be Santa's helper, boss.” Morgan, “I'll go for elves too, boss.” When I looked at theo, he said, “Guess I'm going to be Santa then.” He asked me, “What about you, boss.” “I'll choose to be an elf too.” Harry, “Let's give something in return after visiting our store.” Morgan, “Yeah, that's great.” She turned to me and said, “Boss, let's do that.”

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

For the past six years, Mom has stayed with me over Christmas, but she put her foot down this year. I got dressed and threw my hair up in my towel. I situated my food before heading to the couch to watch a movie and write. I sipped my wine as I watched my show; I love watching Bones! The characters are incredible, and the story is heartwarming. I’m glad I have a strong stomach, or else I wouldn’t be able to eat and watch the show. My phone rang, so I picked it up, “Hello?” I answered, “Hey, Snowflake!” I rolled my eyes at my mother’s nickname for me during December,

“Since we are clearly the superior side, the Red Team has officially dubbed ourselves: The Spicy Santas!” The stadium erupted in laughter. Leon groaned, burying his face in his hand while Rina started doing a ridiculous salsa dance. “Spicy Santas?” Elara yelled across the court and laughed. “Is that a team name or a menu item at a cheap diner? If you guys are the Santas, then call us The Grinches who will steal your glory!” “The Grinches?” Leon shouted back, finally looking up with a grin. “That’s perfect, because you are all green and you are about to lose your hearts! We are changing ours. Sasha, that was terrible. We should be called The Crimson Crushers!”

“You’re way too handsome to be the Grinch.” I gave a small smile before I nodded in understanding. I liked the fact that she was trying to lighten the mood, to help me deal with my loss. "I may not like Christmas,” I told her next. “But Hayley seems to like it…just like her mother did. And since she wants to celebrate it, I cannot stop her. That would make me the Grinch." I was a little too surprised when Kathleen suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace.