Santa Thief Novels & Stories

She glanced at it and let out a short, mocking laugh. "He's pulled this scam on more women abroad than I can count. When that stopped working, he came back here to try again. And you actually fell for it." Her words hit Winona like a freight train. She stood frozen while I stared at Clara because I'd had no idea about any of this. Clara calmly pulled out her phone and showed us a foreign news article. The headline read, "Man Fakes Cancer Diagnosis to Deceive Multiple Women." The photo of the suspect was unmistakably Julian. It turned out he had returned to the country to escape prosecution abroad. He even used the same trick to deceive Winona.

I woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and, for one blissful moment, forgot where I was or everything else for that matter… just focused on the beautiful and warm feeling that only Christmas morning would bring. Then reality crashed back down. Grayson. The auction. Twelve days in this cabin. I groaned and rolled over, ready to bury myself under the covers and pretend the world didn’t exist, when I noticed something hanging on my bedroom door. A stocking. A fucking beautiful red stocking, with white fur trim, and embroidered across the top in elegant script: Eva.

Justin sighed, he was too tired and hungover to deal with this, he relaxed his back on his chair and crossed his legs, facing the thief, “Who are you??” The man in front of him was terrified, “Emma…Emmanuel sir.” “What were you stealing?” There was an awkward silence for a moment before Emmanuel fell to his knees in a stance of plea, “Forgive me Mr Santiago!! I was offered a good job with a better promotion somewhere else!” Justin’s brow lifted in question, the shenanigans had one person’s inscription written all over it, “Oh really?”

And honestly, I didn’t know how that made me feel! “What say you?” I rolled my shoulders before squaring them, then pinned her down with my hard gaze. Her eyes skitted to her brother before flying back to me, and then she swallowed down the visible lump in her throat. “Whatever sin did he commit?” Her voice came out low, all was gone from her body. I turned my head to Terrell, one of my trusted soldiers and the one man who was able to track down the thief who had been stealing from us for the past six months.

Stowaway Chapter twenty one Aiden's point of view I wake up early in the morning; I chuckle as Zoe moans in her sleep when I untangle her limbs from mine. Today is the day we take down the Rutherfords, and I can't wait, he will pay for touching Zoe and his asshole of a father. I jump in the shower whilst Zoe's still sleep in my bed before I make my way back into the bedroom and start to put my tactical clothes on when I fasten my kalver vest I notice Zoe watching me with a frown on her face.

What have I done to all these people? He was more terrifying than all the people that had ever tried to kill me. Way more terrifying. He smiled again, and his handsome face looked like a reflection of Satan. “Oh, pardon me. I have not introduced myself. My name is Saint. Due to a woman’s generosity, I just got out of jail, and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun together.” His horrifying words kept echoing in my mind… until I surrendered to the drug, and my eyes slid shut.

Looking from the man to the door, Reena knew her mission was almost finished, now all she had to do was keep the man standing between her and her freedom intrigued enough to let her slip through his fingers. “Me?” Reena asked with a provocative little smirk, “Well I am a Thief.” The man she had come to know as Mason widened his eyes in what looked like a mixture of disbelief and amusement, and Reena inched ever closer to the door. She had figured out the man she met downstairs to be Caelan Thorne, the younger Thorne brother. “Well well, a beautiful woman in a red dress that simply begs to be fucked in claiming to be a thief.” Mason shook his head slowly, “This is definitely an unusual sight

The delivery man, who was dressed in a Santa outfit, bid his farewell and walked back to his bike, driving off. "Anonymous?" I mumbled, taking the big box towards my dining table. Jasper and Tessa aren't people who do things secretly; if it was from them, it would be boldly stated it was from them, which made my hunch settle on my father, but when I opened the box and looked at the content, I realized it wasn't from him either. A red wine, a Christmas-themed outfit, heels, and Christmas wishes with a lot of love. I flinched a bit when my phone buzzed suddenly. I rushed to take it from my pajamas's pocket and clicked on the message from an unknown number.

Declan Priest and I arm up as Connor and Hunter attempt to hack into Perroni’s computer system. Thankfully, whoever took Santana didn’t disable her GPS, so we were able to track her. He must have not counted on the fact that Santana knew professional Assassins. And even though Connor is computer savvy, I’m sure they assumed he’d be lost or dead in the woods. Criminals can be so stupid sometimes.

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.