Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

Merinda quipped. Josh almost agreed but Nathan held him back and whispered into his head. "You're young and obviously fun", he said, "our former nannies were all programmed and they wanted us to grow vegetables on our heads. What about you?" "I promise that I'm flexible. I'm more than your nanny. I'm your big sister and don't worry about greens. We'll work something out". She added a wink.

Sabrina panicked. Nicholas tried to calm down Sabrina, who had panicked seeing the children hurt, “Don't worry too much. She just found out that Santa Claus is not real.” “I'm sorry, Nicholas —” Sabrina didn't want to hurt the child. Nicholas told her, “It's not your fault.” When Coco went to Roseanne, she hugged her mother tightly. “What happened to my baby?” Roseanne asked in a soft tone. She could feel that Coco was sad, but what transpired there that the girl became so sad?

I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?" "Of course not!" she shot back without hesitation. I laughed bitterly. "So, Julian's special to you then. You never got over him these past five years, right?" Winona shouted, "I already told you it was only to make sure he didn't leave this world with regrets. Why are you being so petty about this? Besides, I showed up to the wedding on time today, didn't I? What more do you want from me?"

Saint isn't trying to intimidate me, he’s trying to educate me. "I don't want to dismantle him," my voice drops, the admission slipping out quietly. "I just want him to acknowledge that I’m a person, not a package." Saint studies my face for a long moment, reading the tension in my jaw and the fading bruises around my eye. "Stop wasting your time, Oliver," he murmurs softly. "You’re looking for warmth from a man who was forged in ice. It’s a good way to get frostbite. He’s good at his job, that’s all you really need from us."

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

she said, nudging me. “You can’t tell me this whole Dravik obsession has nothing to do with a certain cold-hearted, stupidly hot hockey star heir we’ve watched on TV since high school.” My cheeks warmed instantly, and I swatted her playfully. “He doesn’t even know I exist. He probably never will.” “Exactly,” she replied, smug.

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

"N-no, I just didn't want to spend the money. It's nobody's fault." Before Shirley could respond, a man came charging straight at her. "Go to hell, Shirley! I'm gonna make your family pay!" Shirley immediately recognized him—Dominic Douglas, the CEO of Douglas Enterprise, the Bishops' longtime rival. After the Bishops crushed Douglas Enterprise, Dominic went bankrupt and never fully recovered mentally. In her past life, he had been the one to attack Shirley and cause her infertility. As he rushed forward, Shirley's first instinct was to look at Oscar.

In reality the snow doesn’t really bother us, neither does the cold since we all run hotter than the average human, but we have to maintain the secret so we have to act human in a human dense city. Nickolas has been out to help some of the neighbors keep the sidewalks and driveways shoveled. I don’t think he can help himself, always the protector and caretaker. We’ve been out to help a bunch too, but not nearly as willingly as he is. So we help to fill in the time, otherwise we would die of boredom since we can’t go anywhere.

Acting like his text hadn't gutted me. "Actually, I might skip the gingerbread thing. I have some work emails I need to catch up on." "Maya. No. You're not spending your vacation doing work. That's literally against the rules." Sophie grabbed my hand. "Come on. It'll be fun. And Dad makes the best gingerbread. He has this secret spice mixture that's amazing." Of course he did. Because Derek had to be perfect at everything, making it that much harder to get over whatever this was.