Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

Dora's fingers rose, aiming for a slap to his face, but the entry of Dean and uncle Will interrupted that. "C'mon, slap me!" Saint tendered his ear closer. "You don't have an ass I can slap back, so I'll slap you back in the face, and you'll lose your sight." "Come on!" Uncle Will pulled him. "No I want her to slap me!" Saint pulled back adamantly. "Come the hell on!" Will pulled again, taking him out. Dean faced Dora, giving her a tight look. "Dunno what deal you have with Saint which made you come, but he's gonna say thank you if he wants to. I won't say it on his behalf." He said nonchalantly and moved out.

What have I done to all these people? He was more terrifying than all the people that had ever tried to kill me. Way more terrifying. He smiled again, and his handsome face looked like a reflection of Satan. “Oh, pardon me. I have not introduced myself. My name is Saint. Due to a woman’s generosity, I just got out of jail, and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun together.” His horrifying words kept echoing in my mind… until I surrendered to the drug, and my eyes slid shut.

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I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

he stated and wrap his arms around my small waist. I buried my face on his neck even more while I felt his lips pressing on my shoulder. "You're not mad right?" I whisper like a child. His hand starting doing a circular motion on my waist but I didn't complain. I am more attentive to his answer. "I will never get mad at my wife, I already told you that Svanna," he said lowly in a deep baritone voice. My hug tightens. "I miss you so much, Saint," Short-tempered Saint Vicenzo Santorini. He might not be a saint nor an angel, he's definitely the opposite of it. But despite that, despite the danger he brings, I foolishly wanted to stay where I was. Stay beside him...

Karen started to nagate to him, "it is somehow a long story and very complicated." "I am not in a hurry of going anywhere, I have the whole day to listen to you with undivided attention." "Well, Marvin was the very first project of my brother when he was still in Gordon Digital College his final year. On that fateful day, it was in the evening after their classes when they were coming from college, he was accompanied by your sister Chelsea, as they passed through JQ street, they noticed that it had been under attack because of it's environment, black gigantic smoke had covered the whole street, when they inquired from one of the victims of what had happened, they were informed that the stree

He looked creepy, wearing a face cap, nose mask, and big black sunglasses, making him almost unrecognisable. "I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong person," I said, trying to back away slowly. But the stranger was persistent, and his voice seemed fake, like he was putting on an act. "I don't think so, you're Avery, right?" he said, leaning closer to me.

Still, it brings up the fact that I'm a separate entity. I'm not one of the guys, like Angel, Silo, Jeremy, Jamie, etc. I'm always the odd one out, the one you have to be careful with. Not really a friend, just a client. "It's fine," I mutter before Saint can respond, "Is not a big deal, just... don't be so sensitive, Saint. It was just a joke." "Right," he says, forcing himself to back away and nod. Bit his face is still all twisted and that leads me to think he has a deeper problem than just being an asshole. Maybe he's repressing some homosexual tendencies.

In reality the snow doesn’t really bother us, neither does the cold since we all run hotter than the average human, but we have to maintain the secret so we have to act human in a human dense city. Nickolas has been out to help some of the neighbors keep the sidewalks and driveways shoveled. I don’t think he can help himself, always the protector and caretaker. We’ve been out to help a bunch too, but not nearly as willingly as he is. So we help to fill in the time, otherwise we would die of boredom since we can’t go anywhere.

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.”