Santa Puppeteer Novels & Stories

Even though I’m wearing a facade of adultlike indifference, I can’t help but feel a sense of childlike excitement building up inside of me as we inch closer to Santa’s chair. Finally, it’s our turn, and we step up to Santa Claus, who greets us with a hearty laugh. “Ho, ho, ho! Well, look who we have here. It’s Alpha Karl and…?” Santa’s eyes fall on me, and he gives me a quizzical look. “This is my elf,” Karl says, eliciting a punch in the arm from me. He smirks and rubs the spot where I punched him before he turns back to the man playing as Santa. “Jane the Elf.”

I say, slowly moving towards him, he smiles lowering the gun putting it by his side. "See I knew you'd finally come to your senses, now don't worry I won't hold his over your head, I know it was these horrible people again" he smiles, as I get closer I see a man slowly walking behind Anthony, looking closer I realise it's ink! "When we get home we'll start decorating for Christmas, you'll like that won't you Ameli-" he smiles, but before he could finish his sentence he's smacked around the head with something, he immediately drops to the floor while my arm is grabbed and I'm pulled backwards.

Santa Claus ordered and my legs wobbled as a shiver ran down my spine. He took off his suit, leaving just his mask and cap on, as he walked towards the chair he had been sitting on earlier. I unzipped my gown hurriedly, watching as he brought out a whip, sex toys like a dildo, bon wa balls, a vibrator, nipple clamps, sex oil, and so on. I shivered from anticipation, pulling my panties down my legs, allowing my wetness to slide down between my thighs to the floor. I was really dripping for Santa Claus who had now walked closer to me with some items.

Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!" Just then, a drunken Yves embraced me from behind, his wandering hands becoming restless. I reached out and turned the light on. The love bites on his neck were glaringly red and prominent. I held my phone to his face and coldly asked, "Is this what you meant by having things to do?" A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by impatience. "You're even jealous over this? It's just a superior being empathetic toward a subordinate," he said.

I respond with a smile on my face as I think about how committed my father is to this endeavor. "Hey, you naughty little child, what's your name?" He asks, indicating a person at the front of the group. "Jason." The child responds while maintaining a cheerful expression. "Now, Jason, I have a present for you just over here," the narrator said. Jason is about to receive a gift from Santa, so my dad, who is playing the role, stands up from his chair and snatches the item. "Thanks Santa." The young man grins widely. "Don't be shy; just go ahead and open it." He encourages. The young child tears it open as quickly as he possibly can.

I feel like, my bratness is coming out again too. "Indira, meet your Daddy. He's Saint Claus Monteserio. The name is holy but he's rude." I looked at the man whose mouth was slightly open because of what I said. What? It's true. He's named a Saint, but Lucifer's messenger. My daughter nodded before crossing her arms. Her mouth is still dirty with the chocolates she ate.

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."

I replied. "I see." Rosh replied. "I was surprised that the twins knew Santa Claus." I said. "They knew because they watched stories about Santa Claus on the TV." Rosh replied. The twin left and I had a chance to ask Rosh. "So, you are playing Santa in the twins' life." I asked him. "It wasn't me. It was Mr. Park who buys gifts." Rosh replied. "But still it was your order to Mr. Park." I asked. "Yes." He replied.

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

Severin decisively extended his palm and seized the puppet-shaped spiritual treasure, which he could subdue with ease due to his strength as a level seven supreme saint. After securing what he wanted, he assisted his wives in acquiring their chosen treasures. All treasures were soon snapped up. Raymond claimed two: the small bell and the polearm. Severin and his wives jointly obtained four spiritual treasures. The humanoid puppet that Severin subdued was known as the Supreme Saint Puppet. When activated, it could display abilities equivalent to that of a level nine supreme saint and be instructed to fight on one's behalf. Severin found it intriguing more than anything.