Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

He said, "You sound sentimental. It's like the last time you spoke to Alicia. Do you have a problem with me?" "Hahaha, no. I'm just tired. I wanted to visit my niece for Christmas, but I'm stuck with this asshole killer who kills people regardless of... whether it's Christmas or not," Noel said, speaking fast without pausing. Noel leaned his back against the top of the chair then looked around, "looks like everyone is going to have a nice Christmas, Nick."

Marco's name is on the screen. "Capo, we have a problem." "What kind of problem?" "The kind that requires your immediate attention in Naples. Don Amato is making moves against our territory there, and the old families are choosing sides." I closed my eyes and leaned against the warehouse wall. Don Amato Torrino had been a thorn in my side for years—an old-school traditionalist who saw my expansion into America as a betrayal of Sicilian values. If he was making a play for my Italian operations, it meant war.

“Sure. Thanks for helping Chris this morning. You’re a good friend.” Nicky stood and approached Fiona with caution. “Well, he’s a good guy.” “I know he is.” Fiona looked up at her with unease as she stroked Saint’s fur with a steady hand. “Don’t hurt him, okay?” Fiona’s brow furrowed, and she stopped stroking. “Why would I hurt him, Nicky?” She couldn’t help the snobbish tone laced in her voice. “I don’t know. He’s…he’s not like you.”

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.

I blocked my parents' numbers and changed my phone again. They had never contacted me for anything except blame. I had stopped feeling anything for relatives like them long ago. During my second year in New York, I became one of the Romano family's central decision-makers and took control of their finances. My work grew increasingly demanding. One day, I received a package. It had no return address or sender's name. When I opened it, I realized Adrian had sent it. Inside were photographs from our time together. There were very few, only three or four.

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.

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?"

“ I know this is none of us , we would never be sloppy. I know none of my guys would do this behind my back “ I snap and hold my hand out for the joint off of Joker. He leans forward and gives it to me. I take a drag and blow it out , looking out the window I think of who could be wanting to set us up. Shit I could write a fucking novel that consists of nothing but names of enemies we had. Once again the door opens and the last of my close brothers walks in Saint. He has his head in his phone , he’s typing out a text and when he sits down he finally pockets it and looks up. He looks at me and then across at the other too. Saint goes by that because he looks like the boy next door. His hair

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.