Santa Thief Novels & Stories

Tristan insisted. Sophia then whimpered, "Oh, my leg is aching again. Tomorrow, I must give Sandra something else. And you, Tristan! Be smarter about it. Don't keep giving her that cheap junk from the dollar store." Tristan boasted, "There's nothing to worry about! She's loved that crap for ten years." Their conversation wound down. I closed the door, lay on the bed, and pretended to sleep. Tristan opened the door, glared, muttered "stupid fatty," and left.

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

“Because the day will come when he must spare the life of the ones he hates most…the ones who caused all his misfortune.” “ Who? I know his father is one of them but who else?” “ You know who I’m talking about,” the woman smiled wickedly at her and it was then and there that she had the realization. It was the hybrid child. “ The hybrid?” The soothsayer nodded in agreement. Samara felt the floor tilt from under her. “ For the coward who ran, the Alpha who abandoned his pack… he will return. He will return to ask for forgiveness from his son who has sworn to kill him if he ever returns.”

=DISCLAIMER= ©2021 NOT A SAINT written by JL Dane All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. PIRATING CONTENT IS ILLEGAL: If this content is captured and published, the offender can be traced and will face the full extent of the legal ramifications stated by the law.

Red was puzzled. "Let me get straight to the point." The strange woman turned to face Red, "I am Kim, Daniel Hart's younger sister." What?! "And that watch you stole from my brother, I want you to get Rid of it."

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as I stared at him, trying not to drool at how muscular and handsome he was. I was actually expecting a fat Santa Claus with beards all over but this Santa Claus in front of me was more of a dream man. I could see his bulge rising through his trousers and knew instantly that he must have a good-sized cock. That thought alone made me pool my panties and also made me satisfied that I had come to the right place, so I thrust my purse to the ground. "Santa, I am just a girl who wants to be dirty this season." I bit my lower lip seductively, loving the way his eyes ran all over my body.

Anna asked, waiting for more. Sandra leaned in. "He's a thief." She whispered. Anna's eyes widened slightly, "Why do you say so?" "Rumours are running around in the maid quarters. Dan stole 6 billion from Lord Xandros and ran away with it. No one thought he would have used it to build a place like Abaddon and then, he gave it to Candy to supervise it. The man who fled with him was the man Lord Xandros unalived that night."