Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

“But you said yesterday that…” “I was joking,” he spat. “Do you not know what sarcasm is?” Vivienne scoffed. “Alright, for real, Nico. Who the hell is this?” She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “She looks like some pathetic little church rat that wandered in from the street.” Nico didn’t hesitate. He shrugged and said, “That’s exactly what she is. Just some stupid church rat.” The words cut deeper than any knife. Her prince was dragging a dagger repeatedly through her chest and she didn’t know how much more she could take.

Nick looked down at his watch. "But I have to go," he said as he stood up to put on his coat and shawl. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I grinned at him. "You're such a good guy." He stared straight ahead, his jaw tightening. "I'm not a good guy. Good guys don't contemplate ways to prolong their time with a woman they shouldn't desire. Good guys, don't imagine that same woman naked." "Why do you say you're not a good guy?" I asked, sounding amused.

Denied Nakita. "Just as stupid." Jena stared at Nakita in embarrassment. "What's wrong with you, huh? Are you jealous of me because Mr. Trex gave me a big bonus?" Nakita shouted to attract the attention of all humans there. Jena laughs contemptuously "IT'S FOR YOUR SUSPICIOUS PAY STUPID!" Jena shouted accompanied by her annoying laughter. Nakita glared angrily "I WAS NOT PAID. WE ARE REALLY DATING!" Nakita shouted, not wanting to lose.

It makes Christian feel a little bit safe. "So, how is it? Do you want the offer to ask your brother for help earlier, deck?" "NO DONG, TIME YES. DARE WHAT I WANT TO BE YOUR BOBU!” Christian stares at Hana with narrowed eyes, asking if he can just be called a baby with Hana? You don't know yourself, you are impudent, you bastard….

She’s as honest as she is sweet and generous, and it made the nickname stick with Ryan as well as me. The fact that she hasn’t been opposed to it, says enough in itself. What other front page beauty like her would ever accept being called a middle-aged man? My brain is short wiring. The channels and gears flipping and flopping all over the surface as well as beneath it. Days like these. Moments like these. I feel very much like the experimental bat from Ferngully. Obsessed as Nicky and I were with Scooby-Doo, we still had a mountain of other old VHS tapes. Most of them animated. The only time I know he’s guaranteed not to meddle is when we are having a movie marathon over the phone.

I start to feel a bit defensive. “Well, yeah, I mean. Nothing about it is good for you, and now that you have a niece who you will spend time with, I think maybe you could consider quitting.” She looks at me as if it is just that easy to quit smoking. Just snap my damn fingers and it's gone. “Call her bluff.” Saint taunts. His mood swings have been so wild since he came back in December. After I died in Blood River and was able to be resuscitated I thought it would be kind of like a reset button for him, but it wasn’t.

I just hope he hits on the safe house stuff I’m saying because this new guard isn’t vetted like Hank and not anything about Eleni. “An innocent, huh?” he says. “I heard a little about this innocent. Heard her name was Calimeris.” I swallow a grimace. It’s not good that her name made it all the way to Sing Sing. “So?” Uncle John shakes his head. “You’ve always had a soft heart, Dino. This is about Christos, isn’t it?” My stomach flips. “No.” “Uh-huh.” Uncle John smiles teasingly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell that the boss of the Staten Island Saints is a softie.”

Wilder: You’re just scared I’ll show up at your house and pull my zipper down. Niko: That selfie still gives me nightmares. Wilder: Thanks, I’m blushing. Anyway, Saint, have a great time, knock her up more and fuck her into submission if she gets mouthy or difficult. Saint: Uh … thanks for the advice, Wilder, that was real solid. Not.

Rachel snorted in annoyance and said, "I also wasted my time, and I have no regrets because I do like you!" Nicko responded coldly, "You really are stupid. Instead of wasting your time chasing me. You better just look for a single man out there. They are not married and don't have a girlfriend. It is more appropriate for you to take a serious relationship." Nicko stopped for a moment, then chuckled, "Or maybe you're not selling anymore?"

Kerstman’s told her. “I doubt he’ll be staying at our little house, anyway. Too much Christmas for him there, but I did want to, well, warn you.” Mr. Kerstman’s voice now took on an ominous air. “You’re so sweet, Molly. And our Nicholas, well, he’s a bit of a hmm...How would you describe our Nicholas, Suzanne?” “He’s not a complete Scrooge, but he’s pretty close,” Mrs. Kerstman said. “He hates Christmas.”