Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

I couldn't see the person who had spoken, but I recognized that voice immediately. Saint. He stood a few feet away, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. The playful smile I'd seen at the rink was gone. His expression was cold, his eyes fixed on the man's hands around my wrists. "Mind your business," the guy snapped. Saint tilted his head. "I would love to. Unfortunately, you're making it difficult." The man scoffed. "She's my friend." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "You're not my friend!" Saint's gaze flicked to me for half a second.

By the time Margaret and her mom left for the airport, Lauren learnt two things: Sophie had enough energy to power an entire city, and she clearly wasn’t thrilled about her temporary babysitter. “Why don’t you like Christmas?” Sophie asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch as Lauren sifted through her phone. “Don’t you have cartoons to watch?” Lauren replied, avoiding the question. Sophie ignored her. “Is it because you don’t have a tree?” “Something like that.” “That’s weird,” Sophie said. “Everyone likes Christmas.” “Not everyone,” Lauren muttered. Sophie tilted her head. “Did Santa forget you or something?” Lauren sighed. “Look, kid, I’m not a big fan of Santa actually so maybe? Let’s ju

Wasn't that my building? "I heard only rich people live here," one sneered. "A bunch of mob bosses keep their goomahs in these apartments! Hit thirty thousand likes, and we'll bust down that home‑wrecker's door!" More viewers flooded the stream, hyping up the unseen host. I scowled. This kind of trashy spectacle wasn't my business. I was about to close the app when the host finally turned the camera on herself. I went still. Was that… Betty Gotti? Lucas's girl?

Day three of the silent treatment. My husband Adrian Veta, the Don, once again went behind my back and approved Mirena Ricci's deeply flawed port logistics plan. He thought I would argue my case as I used to do at family meetings, but I merely responded faintly. When he saw that, he handed Mirena the docks I had spent years managing and dismissed several men who had openly supported me to establish her authority. Still, I did not fight back. Mirena smugly leaned against him. "I told you that she'll learn her place once you neglect her. She can't bear to leave you." Adrian agreed wholeheartedly. That evening, he made a rare visit to the estate, promising to give me management of the Wes

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?"

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.

Annie is damn angry now as her hippo is just being emotional here rather than to be practical where their lives are at stake. The sentence just broke something inside Sandy that he looked dangerously at his Cinderella

“Then we could make cookie ships.” “I like to make chocolate chip cookies for Santa,” Natasha answered. “Do you like chocolate chip cookies?” “I do,” Nathan said, nodding his head. Natasha’s eyes narrowed and she looked him over. “Are you secretly Santa?” Nathan’s eyes went wide and he choked a little on his pizza. “No, I am most definitely not Santa. Why would you think that?” “Because you like chocolate chip cookies and you brought us all a present. And you brought Ms. Jones a present too,” Natasha explained. “I gotta make sure of these things.”

“Oh dear, Santa might need some coal in his stocking for that comment!” “I think Santa might want something else,” he replies with a mischievous grin, calling over Nick. “Hey, stop munching on all the cupcakes, Nick! Can you take little Miss Teeny here for a moment while her Mommy comes to sit on Santa's lap and tell him what she wants for Christmas?” Nick rolls his eyes but gently takes my daughter, while Zac pats his lap, inviting me. I shake my head playfully. “Nah, I think I might be a bit too old for Santa.”

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.