Santa Grinch Novels & Stories

He grabs her throat, not hard, just enough to own her, and spits straight into her open mouth. She swallows, moaning. “Dirty little elf,” he growls. “Missed my cock already?” “Yes, Daddy Santa,” she whispers. He spins her fast, bends her over the plastic sleigh, and flips her tiny skirt up. No panties, of course. Her pussy is already shiny and swollen. “Look at this wet little cunt,” he says, slapping it once, twice. “Begging for Santa’s dick in front of all these kids.” “Please,” she whimpers, pushing back. “Fuck me, Jake. I need it so bad.”

When the warm air from the heater hit her, she smiled, a cozy feeling overcoming her. Brady pulled away from the curb and headed toward the diner. They admired the Christmas lights as they went, pointing out the prettiest houses to one another. When Brady saw a huge inflatable dog, they both oohed. It was black and white, much like Pooch. “Do you think that could be Pooch’s house?” Brady asked with a chuckle that indicated he was joking.

Tristian laughed. "Haven doesn't think so, right?" "Doesn't matter what I think. I have bad taste." I giggled. "So true!" Aleecia laughed. "I mean Tristian is the worst." "Smartest thing to ever come out of her mouth." Grace muttered. "Gracie, please, let's have a good Christmas." Heath begged. "Don't be a grinch." "Why would you say that to me?" "I'm sorry, but it feels like you're trying to eat Christmas."

After requesting our sizes, we both get on the ice and Grace starts to put up a show. I follow her closely as I hate to lose sight of her and when she is tired; she comes to me and we just skate slowly around the rink. I watch as her eyes follow everyone around us, as her eyes are glued to the Christmas lights. This year I didn’t put a Christmas tree up because we only just moved here and I don’t have the money to do so. “Mommy, will Santa leave presents for me?” She asks and I nod.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

“You are not dying!” Nyra flicked snow at him. “You’re too serious. Lighten up, Grinch.” Sebastian’s jaw twitched. “I am not a Grinch.” “Sure,” she said, laughing. “That’s why you’re crouched behind candy canes in the snow with me on Christmas Eve.” Noelle gasped dramatically. “You two are so funny! But dangerous! Daddy, more strategies!” Sebastian sighed. “…Fine. Step one: catch the intruder before he ruins Snowtopia.”

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.

But for him personally, Eric didn't care as long as they cleared the roads and his power remained. He grimaced at the thought of Carina calling him a Scrooge (Ebenezer Scrooge is the main character in Charles Dickens' novel A Christmas Carol, he's a cold, swindler and greedy man who hates Christmas and hates Christmas. and everything that makes other people happy). She drove him crazy with her love of festivals, redecorating the house, insisting on a real tree, even baking Christmas cakes, which seemed to look better than they tasted. their real. When he told her the truth, she threw cookies at him. At least the hound had cleared the crumbs.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total