Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

When I went to meet Nick, I couldn't hide my indifference as I asked him. "What's the matter Nick? I know you're planning something so just drop this fake act!" I know he's acting, he can never change. Few days ago he was looking for revenge and now he's suddenly turned into a Saint. It's more than obvious. He smiled, his voice soft. "I remember how you used to look at me with such kindness. You never looked down on me like this before."

"That's not the problem. Like I said, I wanted to. Like really excited about it." Saint came back over, glass of water and a box of tissues in his hands. I took a couple of tissues, blew my nose. Ransom grimaced which made me laugh. I threw the snotty tissue at him. He leapt back like it contained the plague. "Gross, Ki." He shuddered. "You've had your tongue inside my pussy, and snot is disgusting?" He shuddered again. "Yes. They're different. So different." Saint laughed from behind me. "I don't mind your snot, honey. Granted, I don't want to lick it up like I want to eat your pussy, but I'm not going to turn into a little wuss about it."

As a chain dangles around his neck. A smile is stretched across his face as he stops in his tracks just a few feet away from me. "Now, I would greet you like a gentleman but you're a germaphobe." he says, darting his tongue out to lick his lips before he takes a sip of the auburn liquor. Ignoring him, I turn my gaze back to Saint. "Why is he here?" I questioned. Saint leans onto the counter, folding his arms as his muscles flex, his visible veins trailing up his whole arms. "I called him." he simply says. I frown. "Why?"

Vincent jumped right in, laughing, chatting, and carefully fixing a plate for Maggie—making sure to leave out the onions she hated. Serena sat beside them, wearing her 'just a friend' mask. Midway through, she ducked out to the bathroom. On her way back, a voice from inside stopped her. "Vincent, be real. While Maggie was gone all those years, did you ever catch feelings for someone else?" The room went dead quiet. Everyone turned, waiting. Maggie jumped in fast. "Okay, let's not do this. I was gone forever—it's normal if he liked someone else..."

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?”

I’d forgotten all the glitter in my hair, I probably looked like a mess. “For god sake Jade, why do you look like that?” My father asked. I could see the steam blowing out of his ears. “The one time I ask something of you and you disgrace me like this.” I bowed my head. “I was with–” “I’m not here for your little family drama.” Right—the devil himself. Salvatore Domenico. His name alone made people tremble with fear, me included. Amusement danced in his eyes as he looked at me, but I knew better than to think there was anything but humor in his thoughts.

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.”

It sent a shiver down her spine as her name rolled off his tongue. She turned slowly, her pulse quickening. Santa Claus—or Nick, as he insisted the staff call him—wasn’t dressed in his usual festive red tonight. His black slacks clung to his muscular thighs, and the white shirt he wore was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing tanned forearms dusted with white hair. He wasn’t smiling. Her gaze darted to his hands, strong and, one of them gripping a clipboard. The other… empty, but she could imagine it holding things far more dangerous than a pen.

Which is probably why I feel like being a menace. Inside the shop, I grab three glitter reindeer and a box of sparkly pinecones I don’t need. “You know this is excessive, right?” Nick mutters, trailing behind me like a reluctant sugar daddy. “I’m enhancing the vibe.” “Of a cabin in the woods.” “Exactly. I want Santa to feel personally attacked when he shows up.” To Be Continued...

“And Ivy?” “Yeah?” “Behave yourself. This isn’t just anybody.” I laughed softly. “Who is he? A prince?” My father snorted. “Bigger. The man’s one of the most famous actors in the country.” I sat upright immediately. Patrick Laurent. The Patrick Laurent. Oscar-winning actor. Magazine covers. Interviews everywhere. Older than me by at least fifteen years. Wealthy. Untouchable. Beautiful in that cold intimidating way famous men sometimes were. “Oh my God.”