Grinch Santa Claus Novels & Stories

“Why do you ask?” “I’d like it if you’d go with me. I’d be happy to show you that I actually like Christmas—and small towns—especially this one.” He shrugged. “And I like you. Or I did anyway.” He raised his eyebrows and lowered them quickly, as if he were echoing the shrug with his face. One side of her mouth pulled up in a smirk she couldn’t control. “You want to show me that you’re not the real estate developer-Grinch I think you are by taking me to the tree lighting ceremony?”

But since he had already completed this part of his plan, he was feeling quite happy and he was fine with that. "Well, I think we don't need to do any Christmas shopping yet. But I can ask if you can help us unpack and settle in tomorrow, right? Unless you're going to the office instead…" The Alpha of the Silvercrest pack suddenly froze for a moment, and then a large Cheshire cat grin slowly showed up on his face. The babies laughed at the "big happy man" and then ran to him with arms spread wide open… Soon the three were on the floor having piggyback rides with the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company…

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

Tristian laughed. "Haven doesn't think so, right?" "Doesn't matter what I think. I have bad taste." I giggled. "So true!" Aleecia laughed. "I mean Tristian is the worst." "Smartest thing to ever come out of her mouth." Grace muttered. "Gracie, please, let's have a good Christmas." Heath begged. "Don't be a grinch." "Why would you say that to me?" "I'm sorry, but it feels like you're trying to eat Christmas."

he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that...” “Eh!” I shout, not wanting to turn his emotions into something sour, “I know all about your troubles, Santa.” I wiggle my nose, “I know the North Pole has been especially cold this year, and Santa's had to be very frugal this Christmas.” He nods, “I'm glad you understand.” I shake my head. “That doesn't mean Santa gets off scot-free.” He puffs out his chest, putting on his best deep Santa voice, “What can

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

Grinch shot back at the man, his voice calm but edged with steel as he stepped forward. “Who the heck is this now?”, The leader sneered, shifting his weight, his crew watching with expectant grins. “You don’t need to know.” Grinch cracked his knuckles. “You had your time infiltrating our territory, but a quick reminder—Enchanted Hills will never be yours.” “¡Ya tuve suficiente de esta farsa! { I have had enough of this charade}” The lead goon curled his fist and lunged attack on Grinch

Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!" Just then, a drunken Yves embraced me from behind, his wandering hands becoming restless. I reached out and turned the light on. The love bites on his neck were glaringly red and prominent. I held my phone to his face and coldly asked, "Is this what you meant by having things to do?" A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by impatience. "You're even jealous over this? It's just a superior being empathetic toward a subordinate," he said.

" Okay. And you know my name, how?" “Mr Blackwood. He filled me in on some important staff around here." “Oh! I see," I nodded. “My name is Shawn. Shawn Carlton," he introduced, holding out his hand for a handshake. “Shawn," I repeated, smiling easily now. “You're welcome aboard." He nodded. There was a brief silence between us. He chuckled. “I'm sorry to keep you standing, please proceed." I nodded, forced a smile and walked away. I had to admit, Shawn is very handsome. Plus, he has a beautiful and contagious smile. For some reason, his smile stayed with me for a while.