Head Elf Santa Clause Novels & Stories

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.

Cale sat down, dust motes dancing around him in the gloom. Elion went to the kitchen. He found the drawer—the junk drawer that every house has. Matches. Candles. A flashlight with questionable batteries. He lit a candle. A warm, yellow glow illuminated the kitchen. He walked back to the living room. Cale was sitting exactly where he left him. He was staring at the fireplace. "Chimney," Cale said. "Point of entry." "Santa Claus isn't coming for us, Cale." "Santa Claus is a mythological intruder. Lysander is real."

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.”

Anders felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place. The bright red handprint on his face could not hide the sudden paleness of his complexion. His eyes widened in disbelief: "But... I saw it with my own eyes! It was the elves who took you away! Right there at the trading site!" Ezekiel wore a heavy expression, his eyes filled with guilt and grief. He took a deep breath and slowly revealed the truth: "That was a charade. We voluntarily cooperated with the elves in a staged performance. It was also the top secret deal our family made with the elves!"

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…

“Father asked me to pick up a Christmas gift for the butler. But here, I think you need it more. They suit you better!” I frown deeply as she hands it to me. But just as the gloves are about to be delivered to me, Erin suddenly drops the gloves. Eyes blinking at me and then down at them, smugly expecting me to pick them up in further humiliation. However, Erin’s humiliation plan is interrupted. “Look! It’s Santa Claus!” A kid's excited scream pierces through the square. And all eyes turn to witness four massive reindeer pulling a massive red sleigh. And in the driver’s seat, is Santa!

“Far too beautifully,and this new hair color makes you look utterly irresistible." My breath caught. I could feel the years between us like a live wire. Him old enough to be my father, me barely legal, playing elf to him as Santa in front of hundreds of people, and to think, I wanted him. It was wrong. It was insane. And God, I wanted it. The curtain rustled again,another elf calling us back. He dropped his hand, but not before his thumb traced the edge of my lower lip, just once. “Break’s over,” he said, voice gravel and velvet. “But we’re not done, little elf.”

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

his tone held seriousness but I knew he was also trying to get me to laugh. I wiped away the tears that brimmed my eyes, threatening to escape from its captivity, with the back of my hand and took in a deep breath, "And how do you know what a drunk reindeer drives like?" "I don't, but I assume that if the reindeer on Santa's slay flew like how you are driving right now then not every child in the world would get their presents." "Don't tell me you still believe in the santa clause," I groaned at the grown man talking to me at the other end of the phone.

Lillian waved back enthusiastically, while Phillip was careless. The young man whispered as softly as possible to his sister. "Don't the Elves work for Santa Claus?" Wiggy who heard the words suddenly chuckled. “It's true, but you think Santa got the Elves magically? Like waking up and then poof ... suddenly the Elves are having bagels together in one table." Phillip responded with one eyebrow raised, while Lillian tilted her head. Seeing the audience's incomprehension of his jokes, Wiggy rubbed his face in disappointment.