Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

Mila yells. Nick glances back over his shoulder,. “You don't know what love is.” And with that we head back feeling satisfied that the plan actually worked.

Saint came up to him with bright grin, looking happy even if this wasn’t now his seventh year. He didn’t seem fazed by his age in the slightest, but sometimes Jessica saw a flicker of doubt, always masked by his cheerful appearance. Usually by now, people would start to talk about a wolf that was yet to mate (especially in a small town like this), but Saint and his family were wealthy and everyone loved them because they were such kind-hearted people, so instead they believed he had very high standards and wanted to mate with someone of high status. Jessica disagreed because Saint never fussed about such things.

“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.

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?

He silently took off his coat and wrapped her up. "No, I'm not cold." Savannah smiled as she refused. However, Nick insisted. "You have to be careful. If you sneeze, I will feel guilty." "Ha?" Savannah burst into laughter and tried to make fun of Nick. "Brother Nick, I find that you're not like a block of wood. Callan said that you've never had a girlfriend. Well, I teach you. If you treat a girl as your master, I'm sure you'll have a girlfriend soon. Haha..."

"Yeah, you loved the animals, but you hated the countryside. I mean, sure, we could come visit the countryside during the year when your father isn't back there. We can make some sort of arrangement, but Christmas? Christmas is our thing..." "Yeah... yeah it is," I cleared my throat dramatically. "But it's really beautiful this time of the year, Mom. It won't be the same all year round." Colton reached for the zipper at the back of my dress, his eyes locked on mine. He pulled it down, the fabric falling to my waist to reveal I wasn't wearing a bra, either. He groaned softly, cupping my breasts and kneading the heavy weight of them before dipping his head to take a taut pink nipple into his m

The usual Camila—bright, kind, and effortlessly warm—had been replaced by someone colder, distant. It wasn't just the sadness; it was the way she snapped at people now, the way she forced herself to smile when she clearly didn't feel like it. Since she left Don Luciano, something in her had dimmed. I hated seeing her like this. Plopping down beside her, I nudged her gently. "Cammie, are you going to sulk forever?" She sighed, barely looking at me. "I'm not sulking." I rolled my eyes. "Right. And I'm the Pope."

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

I highly prioritized aesthetic attraction in a partner, and just like Xavier, I was obsessed with the medical profession. We had frequently met at various award ceremonies around the country due to our equally outstanding abilities, so we naturally started seeing each other. It had been eight years since then, and we had treated each other with mutual respect throughout all those years. The only thing that troubled us was that we had continuously failed to conceive a child. As this thought ran through my mind, I couldn't resist punching and kicking at Xavier. I wanted to cry, but as a soul, I didn't have the ability to produce tears.

“Word travels fast around here. Especially when the hockey captain suddenly decides to play house with the girl who used to be invisible.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I hated how easily my body betrayed me. Around us, a few students slowed their steps, pretending not to eavesdrop while clearly hanging on every word. Sienna stepped closer, her voice dropping to something almost intimate. “Look, I’m going to do you a favor because I almost feel bad for you. Jax doesn’t do relationships. He does distractions. And right now? You’re the shiny new distraction.” I swallowed, the taste of metal on my tongue. “That’s not really your business.”