Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start.

Battling between it being real or fake. At five in the morning, Christmas Day, Mark walked into the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep. He placed his phone on the bedside table and went into the bathroom. Moments later, it vibrated. For the first time in eight years, I picked up my husband's phone. A message flashed on the screen. Tonight was amazing. Hope you’ll spend Christmas with me. Clara My breath caught. I was still holding the phone when he stepped back into the room. “Aria,” he said sharply. “What are you doing with my phone?” I looked up at him. “Who is Clara?” He froze.

I shut the door before he could reply. Good grief. I trudged back into the room, picking up my lace bra lying lazily on the floor when I heard it again. A fucking knock. This time around, I shut my eyes and took a calming breath. “You've got to be joking,” I muttered under my breath. Calm down, Naila. This was supposed to be about me. My escape. My reprieve from humanity. A peaceful Christmas holiday. Not a fucking ding dong ditch simulator. I stomped toward the door, ready to unleash seven years of rage on whoever was there.

Is You "So, since Christmas is about sharing of gifts and all, and we are spending the Christmas together, what do you want for Christmas?" She asked when they had finally finished their food and their bellies were full. "I think I have already gotten my own Christmas present," Tanner said and Katrina looked at him weirdly, they had been together since Christmas Eve and she was pretty sure that Santa did not sneak into the house in the middle of the night and a plant a gift for Tanner.

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."

Then she leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't play her for money. You'll lose your shirt." Kiki laughed. "Oh, I believe that!" "Check," Abby announced again, her voice matter of fact, concentrating hard on the game. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" a voice resonated throughout the house. Kiki looked over and Santa Claus himself filled the doorway, dressed in a red suit, sporting a natural white beard, and carrying a sack filled with toys. Smiling executives dressed in business suits--both men and women--from The North Pole Lodge, were with him, carrying packages wrapped in brightly colored paper.

I feel like, my bratness is coming out again too. "Indira, meet your Daddy. He's Saint Claus Monteserio. The name is holy but he's rude." I looked at the man whose mouth was slightly open because of what I said. What? It's true. He's named a Saint, but Lucifer's messenger. My daughter nodded before crossing her arms. Her mouth is still dirty with the chocolates she ate.

"I can’t grant you that, dear." "But I thought Santa could grant anything," I say, frowning. "Except this," he states firmly. "Why not?" He gestures with his hands, frustration written all over his face. "Because I’m Santa, not a magician. Besides, how exactly am I supposed to give you… a good fuck?" I shrug. "I don’t know… maybe you could make a man appear in my room. Someone hot, exactly my type, who’d just… fuck me senseless. You’re Santa—you can do that, right?"

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

"Your question was completely absurd. How could someone not know about Christmas? Or Santa Claus? Or the Advent Calendar? It is mind-boggling. I mean, Christmas iss everywhere – in movies, in songs, in advertisements. How could you not have come across any of it?" Feeling embarrassed, I responded, "I'm sorry, I really don't know. Can you please tell me?" Sandy looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Are you serious? You've never heard of Christmas or Santa Claus or anything?"