Not So Saint Nick Novels & Stories

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.

added the middle sister for them. "Don't worry dears! This is not the end and we will find someone else for sure. That is life which goes on and on and on." assured the elder sister. Then she added “Do you guys know why he is not so Rude? Because he is a Jerk.” “And that Khushal is not a Badboy because he is a Player.” Akhila said understanding her sister. “That Kalyan is Rude.” Ritika said frowning. “That Sanjay is Bad boy like I already said one time to you both.” Kritika said gesturing Akhila and Ritika.

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.

"Why were you crying at the park bench that night?" "Austin got his second Jordan while my gift under the christmas tree was invisable. They didn't get me anything just like the year before and i got upset." He looked at her after snorting laughter. "What is so funny?" She asked "Not getting a gift on christmas is a slap yo the face when you're a kid and you know it." He nodded his head in agreement then shoot another question. "So if you go to the new owners, wouldn't they give you an address or a phone number?"

“Sure. Thanks for helping Chris this morning. You’re a good friend.” Nicky stood and approached Fiona with caution. “Well, he’s a good guy.” “I know he is.” Fiona looked up at her with unease as she stroked Saint’s fur with a steady hand. “Don’t hurt him, okay?” Fiona’s brow furrowed, and she stopped stroking. “Why would I hurt him, Nicky?” She couldn’t help the snobbish tone laced in her voice. “I don’t know. He’s…he’s not like you.”

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.

"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."

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...

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."

“You know what I can do and how I can help. Shit, I already helped you more than you managed to do on your own.” “Can’t a guy just be interested in a girl for her pretty face? Why must I have some big secret?” It was harder than I expected to keep my heart rate steady. “Honey, a pretty face isn’t enough to catch the attention of these men. The blonde guy at the homeless shelter that has been asking for you… his name is Don Dickinson. They call him DD. I’m sure you have heard of him…” Nick’s eyes didn’t leave me, but Ethan’s heart skipped a few beats.