Penguin Christmas Caper Novels & Stories

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

"You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in their pockets but hey! Guess what? It's the Christmas! I have my people scattered everywhere!" "Yeah, so what's the reason you brought me in this awful place?" "Well aside from I know you're in need of women to give you a head and good t*tty f*ck, I'm here to make a negotiation again. I heard that you're planning on taking girls from Philly, care to share them to me?" Mr. Christmas wiggled his eyebrows and lit up a cigar. "You want some, K?" "No, thank you." "Alright, your loss. Anyway, what? Share your girls to me? Another auction at Vegas maybe?"

She threw herself on my neck and showered me with kisses. —Glad you liked it. —I had an idea,— she whispered in my ear and buried her hand in the back of my neck, making me shiver. —I want to do something I felt like doing in the airport parking lot. — What are you up to, Manuela Banguela? I leaned her against the car door and started rubbing against her body, showing how hard I was already just imagining her intentions. — Come see Rich Rich! She got into the back of the car, pulling me along with her. Our first wedding night became known as the cruising night at the low black Monza. That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion

She probably ran into some kind of a good samaritan who saw the fight. But the leg that was kicked out could no longer be retracted. Eyeing the man who had pounced on the cap man. Aurora could only shift her direction. Off to the side was a stone pier. Her high heel kicked on it, only to hear a click as the heel snapped off. Aurora frowned. On the other hand, White Shadow had pounced on cap man. The two wrestled on the ground. It was then that Aurora realized White Shadow was a boy in a white t-shirt.

“This can’t be real.” The man — who was either Santa or a very convincing look-a-like Santa burglar — grinned and held up my lavender panties by the tiny string and said, “The note said there was something sweet for me…well, ho, ho, ho, I’m here to collect!” This could either be one amazing night of fantasy come true, or a nightmare. I licked my lips. “Prove you’re Santa,” I dared. Santa tossed his red cap and began unbuttoning his thick fur-lined jacket. “And how would like me to do that, my sweet?”