Santa Thief Novels & Stories

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."

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.

“Name’s Ferald. You’re new around here, aren’t you?” He smiled, teeth stained slightly, eyes drunk with mischief. “Got a body on you. You dance?” I stepped back instinctively, shaking my head. He didn’t seem offended. “You got that cold fire. I like that.” Wrong time. I turned away, trying to get back to the hallway without drawing more attention. Wait! What? The guy named Santiago had stolen the goods Antonioni and his men are looking for. I couldn't wait to deliver the good news to him. He'd be so relieved.

"Uncle, will Santa come?" Dominic’s hand froze. "Yes." "How does he get in? You don't have a chimney." Dominic was silent for two seconds. "He has a key." Avery nearly choked on her water. She lowered her head, pretending not to hear. Dorothea believed him and went back to her meal. Dominic set down his fork and reached for a gold-wrapped box on the service cart, pushing it toward the little girl. "For me?" Dorothea asked.

Nagel’s hand stilled just a little around Kasmine’s throat, his eyes snapping to Saint with interest. “What the fuck do you mean?” Nagel asked. “Twenty-one locations. Three this week alone. Want to guess how I knew about the basement off Durham Street? Or that little bank vault in Abuja you're using to move cash?” Saint dropped down his rifle and tilted his head slightly, just enough to suggest he wasn’t pressed, as if he were having a conversation in a boardroom. “You’ve got a rat,” Saint continued, “And I’m the only person alive who knows who it is. I mean, the very rat who’s been feeding your ops to that Colombian handler you thought you paid off months ago.”

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.

There was no answer except for the creepy inhaling and exhaling of oxygen from the other end of the line. "I will have to hang up, if you don't speak," Lexi threatened. "Desist from counseling Matteo and Diana, they are not your problem," The voice ordered. Lexi frowned. "And whose problems are they? Yours?" Lexi mocked. "Remember. I can always find you, let the pictures speak for themselves," the voice casually warned and just like that, the line went dead. Lexi looked taken aback by the conversation. Fear and excitement ran through her veins and she chuckled hard. "Well I'll be damned because Santa just threatened me," she concluded.

he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead before he walked away. I stared at him for a few seconds before I started walking around. I stopped when a picture of a woman caught my eyes. Must be more of his ancestors. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I turned to look at a girl. She looked young. Around eighteen, maybe. “I am Thalia. Thalia Red from the clan Red thunder” “Hi.” “No. You can’t barge out of nowhere and steal what is mine.” “What are you talking about, kid?” “Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.”

The closer that he gets, the faster I will see my head chopped off. The seamstress comes up to me and starts to measure me as my mind is awhirl with everything that is going on. How did I get here? One minute, I was stealing the Crown from the Castle, the next, I am in a clothing store, flirting with the Prince that I stole from, planning to rescue Hunt from being tortured.

Mike Green. She mentally slapped herself and looked back down as she felt fresh tears stream out of her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Of all the rich American bastards that existed in the city, Kal couldn't come up with anyone to take a heist on. But no, his stupid ass had to pick the wealthiest English man in probably the whole of America. She'd seen him in a magazine Mr Anderson bought and left on the counter at her coffee shop. Right now she could only attempt to wish that he would spare her. "How did you little twat think that you could beat my security? Did you assume that it was safe to come here because it's night?" He questioned, cocking a brow as he did.