Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

“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.”

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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

she yelled as the guards dragged her towards the door. “Get her out of here now!” Rina commanded, her voice uncharacteristically sharp. Santa Claus is Coming to Town? I thought as I finally turned around to face Clara. She was being hauled back into the hallway, but she didn’t stop screaming. “Remember the lyrics, Aurora, and you will find answers to what you are searching for! Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Remember the lines, Aurora! That is all I can say!” “What does that even mean?” Sasha asked as she turned towards me. “If she is trying to pass a message across to you, then you need to hear her out,” she suggested. “It might be important.”

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”

I didn't see the message until I woke up the next morning. The sender was NocturneNotes. No profile picture, and their profile page was almost completely blank. NocturneNotes: Your sister isn't lying. That thing is dangerous. My heart immediately started pounding. I replied instantly: Do you know what it is? Please tell me! A few minutes later, a reply came. NocturneNotes: The real Santa Claus doesn't bring gifts. Anything that enters your home can't be the real Santa.

" 'I have no doubt about that, Isabella. But you won't get away that easy. I narrowed my eyes before turning my back on him, walking towards Santa's armchair. " Isabella? " he followed me closely. " 'You better get your cell phone ready, Gustaf,' I warned him. " Are you serious? Without bothering to answer, I went straight to the man dressed as Santa Claus, Elliot Jones if I remember correctly. " 'Hey Santa, can we take a picture? " I caught his eye. " 'Ho ho ho, of course we can, young lady,' he declared in a typical voice that almost made me roll my eyes before he approached.

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

I reminded him, though my own resolve was quickly crumbling as his finger drew circle on my exposed thighs. He cocked his head, his grin widening. "Who’s Cole? I’m Santa," he corrected, his tone dead serious as he sounds disappointed. "Then Santa," I said, my voice dropping a bit low, "you need to stop groping my breasts. It’s wrong." I slapped his hands away as they wandered higher up my body.

was letting a group of giggling girls tuck dollar bills into his belt. “Mike… this is going to sound insane, but… is your dad at Club Velvet right now?” A long pause. Then a confused laugh. “What? No. Why the hell would my dad be at a club? He’s probably on the couch watching ESPN with a beer. Why?” “There’s a Santa act,” I said, voice low over the music. “And he looks exactly like him. Like… scarily like him.” Mike snorted. “You’re drunk already?”