Grinch Santa Claus Novels & Stories

Adam glared at him but he didn't care. “The big guy lost a bet when we were in high school. We dared him to dress as the Grinch and snatch the presents from the mall Santa,” Frank said and Adam cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Adam said, trying to conclude the subject. “Not quite. Santa turned out to be a veteran and whooped his ass,” Frank added and laughed madly. Adam just glared at him in disgust. Jessica sniggered and went to the kitchen to fetch some extra dishes.

“You have a grandmother?” “Yes, but back to santa. I do believe him, and he comes in the New Year with a female sidekick called the Snowmaiden,” Alexander told her. ‘But you can celebrate Christmas any way you want while you’re with me. I didn’t even know the festival existed until I went to live with my grandmother.”

"...I'm going home." His jaw shook but before he could say something to convince me to stay. I pushed past him and ran off. My stomach seized as I returned to the dinner table and two questioning eyes dipped at me. They were both gulping down a glass of red wine and from where I stood. They looked more like old friends despite the vast age difference. The looks they gave me made me feel filthy. It was almost like they knew the sin I had committed. I put my head down in shame and strode to where I had sat earlier. My purse was right on the cushioned chair. As I stretched my panicky hand to pick it up, Nikolas's mother's voice made me freeze.

I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."

The way my name rolled off his tongue sent goosebumps all over my body as the feeling of familiarity once again, sank in. Do I perhaps know this Santa? Who was he? Looking at his face, the urge to see who was behind the mask grew stronger. I knelt down on the bed, grabbed the headboard as Santa Claus's nails dug into my hips. He sank his cock into my pussy and began fucking me hard from behind. My mouth opened as I almost drooled on the bed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he reached forward to grab my boobs from behind. "Ahhh, yes. More, Santa Claus, please." I screamed and his pace increased as he leaned forward to bite my earlobe while grunting heavily.

Grinch began to negotiate with Thea. Unfortunately, Thea did not listen to his words. She only snorted. Smack! Grinch raised his hand and slapped Thea. His smile disappeared. With a heavy expression, he said, “You should know what’s good for you. I let you become the madam of Mount Grinch because I think highly of you. To be frank, you’re nothing. You’re only a slave. You’re only a tool to increase my power.” Thea glared at Grinch without saying anything.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

“Because it’s Christmas. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I always have a tree up at my place even though there are very few presents under it. It’s the spirit of the season.” “Well, you know I don’t have much spirit.” “What about Giovanni and the rest of the staff? They’d probably like a tree.” “I don’t care what Giovanni and the rest of the staff want. This is my house.” She rolled her eyes. “Grinch.” “What did you just call me?” “Grinch,” she said louder. “You know, that big green thing that lives in a cave alone and hates Christmas.” “Just because I don’t put up a tree doesn’t make me a big green hamster.”