Santa Thief Novels & Stories

I said, waiting until he disappeared down the hallway before letting out a long breath and turning the knob on my door. The door creaked open slowly—and I froze. Sitting casually on my white leather sofa, one leg propped on the coffee table, a glass of wine in his hand, was my own personal curse: Aaric Salvaterre Bernardi. His hazel eyes—always too sharp for anyone’s comfort—watched me with a dangerous kind of calm. I closed the door behind me slowly, every muscle in my body tensing up. “What the hell...?” I whispered.

“What? I thought you guys got along so quickly and were just having fun” “Hell no… Where's she? Who is she?” Logan flared. “How was I supposed to know? I'm sorry man, I can't believe this” He tried to help him up. “She looked pretty nice, and she was so cunny that I couldn't tell she was a petty thief” Logan ranked his fingers through his hair, his frustration mounting. “Did she rape me too?” He unzipped his trousers and zip it back up. “Geez! We need to find her, Felix, she must not get away with this”

"All I'm asking is that you think things over first before making any final decisions. I have a good feeling about V, and you know how I feel about Jonah. Just consider that too, since I've always been a good friend to you." Siel hugged her babysitter's hips and murmured her thanks. She then watched as Nella walked out the doorway but then turned around before closing the front door behind her… "Oh, and I've checked the whole house for anything missing and the only things stolen were V's presents with that Christmas Tree. And I don't believe that your boss took them back. I can feel it's someone else…" * * * "Hey, did you get to sell all the goodies I had you steal?" asked the man behind the

“Bridgette,” Thiago warned, his voice low and lethal. “Don’t move.” I didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when Dante Santoro held that thing in his hand—something that looked like a weapon disguised as a piece of avant-garde tech. “It’s not what you think,” Dante said, stepping around the shattered sculpture pedestal. “But it is dangerous in the wrong hands.” “You are the wrong hands,” I shot back, even though my throat was dry. “You faked your arrest. You let your men burn half the Santoro estate. You disappeared.”

I don't fucking care if he wants to stay here for a deal and whore around, but tomorrow either way I am gonna leave and she'd remember exactly who she belonged to. And my women she endures it. She cries. She shatters. She bleeds beautifully under my touch. And somehow, even with all the damage I inflict, she stays. That's the part that drives me insane. That delicate line between her fear and her surrender—it's addictive. She was never supposed to mean anything. But now she means everything. There's a knock on the door. Sharp. Measured. "Enter," I called without turning. Caleb walks in, suited, precise, a file in his hand. He shuts the door behind him. "We intercepted new intel on the Rourke

Adelaide whispers and winks at me before leaning away and taking a bite out of her food. For a moment, I freeze, unable to do anything. Is it that obvious that I had a steamy night? How can she tell? What if she discovers that I was with her father and not Luke? I try to act normal, but everyone around the table is giving me dirty looks, especially Dante. Simon has his eyes on me like I owe him something, it's obvious that he isn't happy, but I couldn't care less about that. “Daddy,” Adelaide clears her throat, twirling her fork between her fingers. “Juni and I are going to the store to pick out gifts this morning. Christmas is weeks away and everything will be sold out soon, so we have to g

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

It was like those eyes saw too much, like they could peel back layers of me I didn’t want anyone to see. Finally, his voice broke through the tension. Deep, smooth, and commanding. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Perth Otho.” The name sent a ripple through me, though I couldn’t explain why. My gut clenched, my instincts screaming that nothing about this was ordinary. “And you, Santa Griffin…” He leaned forward slightly, his lips curling in the faintest ghost of a smile. “…unless you can pay off your father’s debt, which he owes to me, you now belong to me.”

I wonder what Olive has cooked this time around. “You may speak,” Sandra said after a brief moment of silence. “Gabriella is the thief because she has a previous record. She stole the beta’s scepter in her former pack and ran away to escape her punishment,”

His hand was on my shoulder when the door opened with a bang and an angry looking Salvatore walked in. “What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?” His eyes were on me but his words were directed at Dante whose face was filled with pure joy. “My Mexican girlfriend for a piece of him. It’s fair trade.” “Talk about him like that and I’ll forget we’re best friends." Salvatore grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “It’s time to leave.” “Wait—” I looked at Dante for help but he shrugged, giving me a little way as Salvatore dragged me out.