Novel & Cerita Santa Naughty List

Elijah It looks wrong on Autumn’s beautiful face, and my heart clenches painfully in my chest. I have to do something to help distract her from the pain she’s feeling. So I get up and force a smile, going over to where there’s a Santa hat on the mantle. It feels like forever ago that we were decorating her place for Christmas, and it’s time to get some of that cheer back. I plop the hat on my head and put one hand on my hip. “Enough of this,” I say. “We’re going to do something fun.”

Tinsel shimmered in the dim light, the golden strands hanging from the pine garlands that lined the room. They cast soft glows on the polished wood of Santa’s desk, where a single red folder sat, the word “Naughty” stamped on the front in bold, red letters. Evie stared at it, swallowing hard as heat crept up her neck. This wasn’t how she’d expected her night to go.

She was the top student, and she made sure everyone knew it. "Well, well," Vanessa purred. "If it isn't the charity case." I straightened my back. "Hello, Vanessa." She stepped closer, invading my personal space. "I don't know what you did to upset Professor Black, Maya, but I hope you packed your bags. Sterling University doesn't tolerate... mistakes. Especially from scholarship students." Larry stepped in front of me, flipping his scarf dramatically. "Back off, Barbie. Don't you have a soul to sell somewhere?"

Micah had become a 19 year old, not that skinny boy he was when I fell in love with his mother, and he was getting more of my attention because of the wrong things. It was a late evening for confessions, and Micah had stayed behind. Told him it was just to wait for him to have done the confessions so we could head home. But the curiosity got the better of me finally. I moved in close to the confession chambers just enough to hear Micah confessing his sins. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," he began. After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself."

But I was working to a point… My point is, we have watched a few Christmas movies, and I am familiar with some of the songs. And the one that keeps repeating in my head is, “he’s making a list. He’s checking it twice.” I have a list as well. It’s sort of like a naughty or nice list, but it only contains those who have been bad. Those that need punishment. And I am not talking about some coal in their stocking. No… Just some good old-fashioned murder.

“No. No, this isn’t real. You’re just trying to confuse me, to scare me—” “Elara, listen to me,” Stefan said, his voice softening. “I know this is hard to believe. But I need you to trust me. There’s power inside you, and if you don’t learn to control it… others will come for you. They’ll sense it. They already have.” I blinked, my heart racing. “What do you mean, others?” “There are other wolves, other creatures who want that power for themselves,” he explained, his voice grim. “They’ll come for you, Elara. And they won’t stop until they get what they want.”

“What if I like it this way?” His fingers moved faster. “Then you’ll be on the naughty list.” I glanced over my shoulder and smirked. “Maybe that’s the list I was going for.” His grin was wicked. “Filthy girl, you know exactly what this Santa wants.” Pumping wildly now, his hand bounced against my backside, and I was near exploding. I loved his hands but wanted to feel his pelvis smacking against my ass. Reaching backward, I swatted at his hand to get him to stop, then grabbed his more than ready cock.

I tell her. "I have someone coming to transport the records to the palace. Dad said they'll get on it right away." When we get outside, the others have stripped the clothes off of everyone before chaining them to the trees. There are long rods of silver lying on the ground in front of them. Kiana, Martina, and Petra are spraying the people with wolfsbane. There are about sixty people in all. I'm thankful that we didn't find any pups here. If they did have any of their own, they most likely sold them for profit.

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

he complained, and I could not care. "When I was presumed as a mean bastard, people fell in line. Now that I have softened a little, they are misbehaving. It is time to go back to our old ways. The message is simple. They sign up, they die. We will not allow them to leave this territory and join the human army. If they are itching to fight, they should not worry. If it ever comes to that, we will sign them up. After all, they are in the bunkers because they are not warriors. By the way, tell Timber to hack into the site and get the list of all the people that signed up. I want their names and their packs. They will have to answer for this." I said to him, and I noticed he was reluctant, but