Santa Thief Novels & Stories

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

She sighed, silencing me. “We don’t know what the saints have planned for us, Fynn.” She looked at the gate and we both saw a tall thin figure step out. “I don’t have much time. My father is coming.” When her eyes looked at me I could see the confusion, and I didn’t know what to tell her. It was clear that my wolf was not going to allow me to reject her.

Alex had already met him, so it wouldn’t be difficult to win him over. The other was called Kenneth Sunder, nicknamed Magic Hand. He was a miracle thief, light and frivolous in nature. The third was Freya Mayer, and he was an exorcist. Rumor had it that he was a descendent of the Exorcist Dragons. The last one was one of the Drifters, called Zayne York.

In reality, he was only a demon who knew how to deceive outsiders with his appearance. "I think you need to understand a few things!" Theodore pressed harder. Jessica was too scared to move under Theodore's threat. Her head also continued to throb uncomfortably. Did he finally decide to kill her tonight? What she didn't know, that man in front of her had to go through self-contradictions as he forced himself closer to her. The strange turmoil within him attacked his common sense. A wish suddenly arose within him. He wanted her! He wanted her beneath him, jerk for him. Then tingling every inch of her body, had some intcourse until the dawn to fullfil the primitive desire that left neglected

"Mama, look! Santa Claus is angry!" I laughed when Thalia pointed out the man dressed as Santa Claus and sitting on his big sleigh while taking pictures with the children. The person behind the santa costume looks so tired that he is scolding the children while they're taking pictures with him. "Baby, do you want to take a picture with Santa Claus?" She shook her head. "I don't want." "But why?" "He's mean!" she laughingly said, and then pulled me towards the corner of the chocolates shelves. "Mama! Buy me this one, please!"

My heart pounded harder than the bass in my favorite Afrobeats track, a mix of excitement and that familiar thrill of the chase. It was Christmas Eve, and while my girlfriends were posting stories of their lavish hauls... designer bags from Gucci, the latest iPhone 15, I was here, at the doorstep of my sugar daddy's sprawling mansion, ready to claim my slice of the holiday pie. Stefan had been away for months, jet-setting through Europe on business, but he'd texted me last night: ‘Come over, baby girl. Santa's got surprises.’ I adjusted my red mini-dress, the one that hugged my curves like a second skin, and stepped out into the crisp air, my heels clicking against the cobblestone driveway.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

"Santiago thinks the boy is connected to the Romanov Star. He thinks he was sent to infiltrate the den and steal it." For a moment, the words didn't register. I knew the Star—the sapphire monstrosity we took from Caruso’s vault. Alejandro was the one guarding it because he was the 'stable' one. But the idea of Victor being a thief? I burst out laughing. "You think a dancer from a Vegas club is a high-level relic thief? Do you have a single shred of proof?" Alejandro turned, his eyes flashing. "I’m not the only one who smells it. Santiago is convinced. He thinks the boy is a Dragunov asset."

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?

I guess a leopard can never change its spot. “As you can see, I’m waiting. That must mean I am trying to change. So let me go or else, I’ll be coming to your office to do more than just steal from you.” She seemed surprised that she said that out loud, but when she opened her mouth, she lost control. The man surnamed Inferno didn’t look threatened in the least way nor did he look angry, instead he smirked, “You are something aren’t you, little thief?”