Santa Grinch Novels & Stories

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.

It was amazing. “Hello!” Came a voice from behind him, making Rex flinch being caught by surprise. He was dressed in a white robe with a purple open chested shirt, showing broad shoulders and muscled physique. “Hello, I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m sorry to hear about your father. He was a great mentor of mine. How have you, your house, and Pack been doing?” Rex asked. “It’s been a rough transition, but I have an interesting crew behind me.” Tristan chuckled. Rex only nodded in response.

not getting what was funny. “A white elf???” She asked. “That’s not what it’s called?” He asked her, genuinely confused. Then again.. how the fuck did he know. It wasn’t like he normally participated in Christmas parties. “No…” she said, laughing now. “It’s a dirty Santa gift. Or some people call it a white elephant. But for sure not an elf..” Quinn grinned. “Well. I was close.” He said. “You were absolutely miles and miles away..” she argued. “But anyway. You actually don’t have to go get that.” She told him.

The wolves can't keep their eyes down; they shift subtly to watch them, trying to comprehend who this girl is—this stranger who somehow commands their Alpha's attention in a way no one else does. "I've been around this town," Ivy starts. "And?" Jackson interrupts, but Kai's glare makes him back off. "Christmas day is around the corner, and it looks like a ghost town." Ivy doesn’t flinch or look away from Kai. "Maybe that's what everyone is used to here, but life can be enjoyable—especially during Christmas. I'm thinking we could organize some activities for the season, bring everyone together, and spread some warmth. For the first night—" "You called my attention for this nonsense?"

But there, in the cold dawn, surrounded by pine trees, unlit lights, and a woman who arrived and turned everything upside down… I realize that maybe Christmas is doing something to me. Something dangerous. Something good. And maybe—just maybe—I don’t want to stop it.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

the driver announced. Her stomach twisted as the town's main street came into view—unchanged, frozen in time. Patterson's Drug Store with its faded awning. Miller's Diner advertising pecan pie in peeling letters. And there, at the end of the street, the white steeple of her father's church rising against the grey December sky. The bus hissed to a stop. Ayana gathered her leather jacket—the one her mother would definitely have opinions about—and stepped into the cold. Snow caught in her newly cut hair, the shoulder-length waves a small rebellion her family hadn't seen yet.

Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night. With a twinkle of irreverent amusement in his eyes, Asmo mused upon the logistical acrobatics of Santa's legendary journey, his mind veering into the whimsical realm of absurdity as he sought to unravel the enigmatic mystery. The notion of a rotund man squeezing through narrow chimneys and bestowing gifts upon the world in a single night elicited a quiet chuckle from him, the incongruity of it all casting a playful glimmer in his gaze.