Santa Naughty List Novels & Stories

Kuru nodded and smiled at Lee. “Daytime is for Santa. At night, everyone lines the streets and waits for Korvin to arrive. He has incense in his antlers that forces people to change into what they are. People put white bells around each other to scare away evil with the noise.” “Korvin is the one who eats naughty children” Lee added with a laugh “you have to say ‘Silent Night’ to each other so nothing bad happens.” "A bit morbid" I shuddered "and I'm dressed like him."

She flipped the first folder open and read. Shoplifting, age twenty-two. It seemed straight forward enough. Setting it aside, she sat down, and then opened the second folder. Her eyes widened as she read through the summary. She wasn’t sure if Mrs. Claus was related to the Santa that Rudy was processing, but public exposure seemed wrong in the temperatures outside. She skimmed to the bottom and got as far as reading that Mrs. Claus had to be wrapped in a blanket to cover the lingerie she was wearing. She closed the folder. What a lovely way to start her day.

He said as he clapped his hands, looking at his mother's face as she cleared her throat. "It was a beautiful December day" She began, "with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa’s lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. “Oh dear, what will the children say when they don’t receive presents this year,” Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed.

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

“Christmas. The red sweater. You looked right at me when you leaned over the presents. I wanted to… I wanted to bury my face between them.” Her nipples were hard points now, stabbing the cotton. She shifted, uncrossed her legs, recrossed them the other way. The motion dragged her hand along my length—just once, slow friction. “You want Mommy’s tits, baby?” “Yes.” The word tore out of me. She leaned back slightly. Hooked her fingers under the hem of the sweatshirt. Paused. “Ask nicely.” “Please, Mommy… can I see them?” She tugged the fabric up and over her head in one fluid motion.

“Ok, I will tell you...I ordered the girls the Barbie doll house they loved so much.” “You didn’t! Jason...you...you are so amazing,” I looked deeply into his eyes. “You are so kind...you know they will be ecstatic when they see it.” “I couldn’t resist, they wanted it so badly. I don’t have anyone to spoil.” “You spoil many children from what I’ve seen. Should I wait till Christmas to give it to them?” “Heck no, give it to them now. Katelynn would have been incredibly upset if Santa didn’t bring it to her. She told me so.” I laughed out loud. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

"You worry too much. If it turns out bad, we'll just blame it on Santa." “Santa ni ikorodu? (Santa in ikorodu?!) Dey play!” He snorted and I bursted out laughing. “Besides, Oyinbo people Santa doesn’t bake cookies!" He shot back, "He eats them. Which you’ve clearly been doing all day. How many is that now? Six? Seven?" "First of all," "it's called quality control. Someone has to make sure we’re not poisoning the town square with bad cookies." “Na so,” he muttered as he began to add more flower to the mixture, probably to reduce the sugar content.

That motherly tone slipped in. Violet blinked, guilt written all over her. “Will I still get a gift from Santa?” “If you disobey Mama and Papa again, you won't.” Violet sounded like she would cry. “I'm sorry, Mama.” “Come here,” she pulled our little one in a hug, stroking her hair and occasionally kissing her cheek. “It's okay, you're still on Santa's wishlist.” She kissed again. “But promise to be a good girl.” Her small head bobbed as she nodded. “Pinky swear.”

, Jane groans and Conrad sighs inwardly. "Yeah, it is. It felt icy this morning; I wish it were still summer," she laughs awkwardly, waiting for him to button up his coat. "So do I. Every second word out of Miles' mouth is 'Santa'. He has a list the length of my arm of presents he wants," the Alpha grumbles, shaking his head as he begins to walk. "Oh, that isn't any fun. Besides, Halloween comes first," she chuckles, trying and failing to hide her mirth at her irritated Alpha.