Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

Dingo/Davin POV I had just got done meeting with Brad and Marcus, buying Danny just a bit more time when I heard Nicks rolling laugh come from her room. I hurried my step and walked in. “What did I miss?” I asked looking around. “Your naughty nip of a girl called me Santa and it’s not even December yet.” Nick said pretending to be wounded. He looked at me, then at her. “Well then, I’m off to the North Pole.” He gruffed as he let himself out. Nick was a good friend, always there when I needed him.

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

He faltered, rubbing his ears. His voice is so gentle. I could listen to him all day. He was shorter than me, with short black hair and deep-set black eyes. His lips were full and pink. What am I even thinking? He tried again. "I-I'm Saint. I came with the beta from another pack. I want-" I interrupted him.

Years ago she couldn't stand creatures like him because she'd had the worst experience with supernatural creatures but being with Nicklaus slowly showed her there were other creatures out there who kind and friendly. “ You're wrong… He's only doing that for his business..” Annah casually spoke as she began munching on her burger… Sometimes it feels nice to know someone out there is trying everything possible just to be close to you.. “Business? Tsk! Don't tell me you actually believe that.” Jc looked at Annan incredulously.. “Is there another reason I really don't know about?” She asked with mouth stuffed with cheese burger.. “Nicklaus would never do anything for anyone and was someone who c

“Fuck. I don’t understand what happened between them. He won’t tell me what it is and he won’t let it go.” “Okay, well, he needs to get his shit together.” I try to sound casual. “Ghost isn’t gonna roll over and let Saint threaten his mate like that.” “Understood.” Bronx folds his arms over himself again. “Let’s go. Break’s over.”

Tony exhaled then gritted his teeth. “And then blame me when the whole place goes up like a bonfire?” Nick didn't flinch, one of his eyebrows was rising. “You’re the best we had Santa De Leones. Were.” Silence. “And I know you personally. You have a weakness for pretty faces. You screw up because of that.” Tony’s head turned to his right. Sensing that there is something that’s not right with what Nick said. “Don't be dramatic. Unless there is no pretty woman involved, you don't mess shit up.”

Still, it brings up the fact that I'm a separate entity. I'm not one of the guys, like Angel, Silo, Jeremy, Jamie, etc. I'm always the odd one out, the one you have to be careful with. Not really a friend, just a client. "It's fine," I mutter before Saint can respond, "Is not a big deal, just... don't be so sensitive, Saint. It was just a joke." "Right," he says, forcing himself to back away and nod. Bit his face is still all twisted and that leads me to think he has a deeper problem than just being an asshole. Maybe he's repressing some homosexual tendencies.

“It’s not like we can hide the fact that Saint’s wrist is sprained from HIS own parents... what happens if they video call him to check up on our so called ‘vacation’ that we went for.” “We’re going to be in so much trouble,” Saint said. . TBC

This is it. This is how my story ends—not with romance, not with adventure—but with deportation and unpaid cleaning fees. I forced a shaky smile. “Uh… would a membership card from Target count?”