Santa Thief Novels & Stories

34 years old Luca Moretti, is the Santoro crime family’s most feared enforcer, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in tattoos, with cold dark eyes and a reputation for making problems disappear quietly. He’s violent, dominant, and loyal only to the family. When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial.

THEME: Christmas Sex "Who's Santa's dirty girl?" "I am," Monica moaned, stroking her pussy folds with her fingers. She was seated on a bench on the roof of her family's house. Standing close to her, but not touching, was a man in a Santa costume, tugging at his cock. He was a rather fat man with a dirty mouth and wasn't Monica's usual type. But she was too horny to care. Besides, he filled out the Santa costume quite nicely, though, and he had a nice dick.

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.

“Hello, Mr. Rivers, we are here to sell!” “Customers! I’m sorry for being so rude,” Thor said apologetically. “Mr. Rivers, what are you doing?” Beanie asked curiously. “Oh, you have no idea. This little brat on the ground is a well-known thief on the trading street. So many people have suffered since she came to the trading street three months ago. Nobody knows how many treasures have been lost and the place has been in chaos. Everyone is in danger. The main reason is that she only steals priceless treasures. In order to catch her, we did everything possible. We almost caught her several times, but in the end, we couldn’t bear to hurt her, so she managed to flee. This time, I finally caught

"You smell like sunshine. It's nice," Oliver muttered in a muffled voice. My body went rigid, and my mind was a complete blank. He was at it again. I cleared my throat and tried to sound authoritative. "Let me tell you something… This is a second kidnapping, and that's an extra charge. You'd better put me down right now, or when my cross-stitch kit arrives, I'll hang it right over your bed so you wake up to the majestic mountains every morning."

"He wrecked my hand and had me locked up for three months. I'd still be there if the guard hadn't slipped up." Old Fox cracked a smile. "So, you've seen the light? Ready to team up?" "I don't have much of a choice," I said, locking eyes with him. "However, I've got terms." "Let's hear them." "When this is over, I want a payout, and I want out of this life for good." He was quiet for a beat, then he nodded. "You've got a deal. I need you to infiltrate Gilbert's place and snag their security plans."

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."

With some slight relief, I finally said, “Ariana … now I can finally trace you. Please hang on … I’m coming for you.” “ Let's get going, Alpha,” Cephas coaxed. So we quickly continued our journey. Unfortunately, the thick mist blocking the pathway for us to locate Ariana wasn’t the only challenge. We found ourselves prey to a first trap that nearly ended us. The ground suddenly gave way beneath one of my warriors, Thorne. A spiked pit opened like a hungry mouth, lined with silver-coated spikes dripping with wolfsbane. Thorne shouted as he fell. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar, my muscles screaming as I hauled his heavy body back onto solid ground.

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