Penguin Christmas Caper Novels & Stories

“Show off, jerk.” Just then a rogue puck shot off the ice and slammed into the barrier right in front of me. I jolted, slipped on the foam feet of the costume, and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The oversized mascot head twisted sideways, and I heard a familiar, tragic sound of plastic crunching. Worse—my glasses fucking flew off. I scrambled in the oversized suit, blind and half suffocating, patting the ground in panic. Great. Freaking great. Just what I needed right now. Die blind and humiliated in an eagle costume while Kian effing Maddox racked up another goal and the world applauded.

The men rushed him, cheering and laughing. But when Victor stepped into the room, the energy drained instantly. The men froze, staring as if he were a two-headed snake. "Man, maybe all this smoke’s gone to my head, because I swear I’m not seeing the Captain right now," one said. "You’re not wrong, that is the captain," Aaron snickered. "Holy shit," Wyatt exclaimed. "I thought he was joking," "So did I," Knox muttered, drawing every head to him. "Well, I wasn’t," Victor replied, walking further in and stopping beside Knox.

Just there, at the top… “Hockey Captain’s Bet Exposed. Was It All a Game?” A screenshot dropped next. Tyler: Bet says Carter can’t make her fall in a week. Another message underneath. You’re on. Ryan: Watch me. The words blurred for a second before snapping back into focus. But there was more. Messages below it, laughing reactions. Comments. I couldn’t breathe. Around me, the noise grew louder. “Yo, he actually did it.” “That’s messed up.” “Isn’t that the girl from the livestream?”

Others hummed along to the rhythm of the song like they'd heard it somewhere before. But my palms started sweating, because the details began to sharpen. “She laughs with one boy under neon lights, runs to another when it’s late at night. Three different hands, same painted smile, telling each one they’re worth the while. Captain’s sister with a secret game, switching hearts but never names. One for comfort, one for heat, one she kisses when no one sees. Says it’s love, says it’s real, but tell me… how many boys can one girl feel?”

I said, shifting on my feet. “I'm afraid all our available Santa Claus mascots are fully booked for Christmas, ma'am,” she responded monotonously. “No, I need a mascot today, preferably before the end of the day,” I rushed out, hoping there'd be one available. “I'm sorry, ma'am, but due to the weather reports today, that wouldn't be possible, but I'm happy to schedule your bookings for the 28th,” she said and felt my stomach plummet. “Please, Erika, I'm willing to pay twice the required f*e for his time. I'm begging you to help me,” I pleaded, hoping she'd agree to my offer.

Until we had time to forget our main goal to the plaza in the capital, and instead looked around to find another blonde-haired person. "You saw it too, didn't you, Merri?" “That's right, milady- oops, Fuschia...” We both locked eyes on each other, then glanced at Pasha who was in my arms. Pasha's head was covered in a knitted dark green beanie hat that Mr. Andre made. He looked so uncomfortable with the hat that he often scratched his head, but Merri and I both fixed the hat so it wouldn't come off because we were worried that the color of his hair would be too flashy.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

I looked down to my body, I was naked! And a man's….arm was around me!, I gasped, I just gave my first time to a stranger. He was facing the other side,I tried to move his hand, so I could at least see the face of the man I slept with. He turned, as I moved his hand, I frowned, when I noticed his face. Holy cow! This…person… Is Victor rival and enemy. Is the NHL hockey capital! Is the heir to a powerful family. “Shit!,”

"You're not gonna believe this." Reasonable honestly. Then Elena walked over. God. Looked down. Fair. And screamed. Reasonable. Not a scared scream. God. An offended scream. Fair. Because buried inside the hole— Reasonable honestly. Were her sunglasses. God. Completely buried. Fair. Like treasure. Reasonable. Actual treasure. God. Then silence. Fair. Everyone stared at Peanut. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut proudly smiled. God. The smile of a criminal mastermind. Fair.

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.