Santa Thief Novels & Stories

She yelled. "Shut the fuck up woman. You work for the enemy. You stole from me. ME. Ace fucking De Santis. You prepared your death certificate the moment you told that dude to steal my stuffs AND you signed it the second you ordered me to do something and sealed it when you called Alexia Bitch." I said coldly. "How sweet of you to include me." Alexia whispered to me. I turned to look at her, staring at this beautiful goddess. She is perfect, extremely beautiful.

"Rotted meat." Ice floods my veins. The same decay-smell from Jax's attacker. Lyla's clawed fingers dig into my biceps. "Is it here?” My arms tighten around her. “No.” Not now, anyway. And it isn’t Ethan. Whatever is hunting is is far more dangerous. And far more cunning. Outside, the first snow begins to fall.

“Yes, they are.” “It’s perfect timing,” Caterina said, looking proud and wry at the significance of her gift, “that you’re here, Killian, because you and Sera are the last ones on Santa’s list.” “Ho ho ho,” Tommaso said from where he sat by the tree. I barked a laugh and sat on the floor against the couch between Sera’s legs. She rested her hand on my shoulder. “That’s a new sight.” Tommaso handed a box to Dustin, who gave it to Sera. “Merry Christmas, sis.”

Santino shocked everyone with what he said, and they stared at him in disbelief. Wilbur said slowly, "It's not too late to tell the truth. It proves that you still have a good conscience. It's never too late. Who's the culprit?" "It's Leo Sith. He abducted my family and placed a curse on me. He blackmailed me to do so," said Santino painfully. Everyone from the Zanders was taken aback. Jeffrey hurriedly asked, "Do you mean Leo Sith, the CEO of Southshore's Sith Corp?" Santino nodded. Tears flowed from his eyes.

“Enforcers here don’t just swipe data. They take limbs.” Jaxson spun, hand going for the tactical knife at his hip — then paused. A man leaned against nothing as if air had thickened into leather; he perched on a hover-rail that shouldn’t exist. [New Character Detected: Kaelen 'Kael' Thorne.] [Role: The Rogue Hacker / Ex-Player.] [Status: Unregistered.]

she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession. But they weren't done. "Call in Frost," Santa grunted between thrusts, and the door cracked, another elf, Frost, 26 and built sturdy from hauling ice blocks, slipped in, his cock already hard and huge, rivaling Santa's in length. Shy in daily life, Frost's eyes darkened with long-suppressed desire for Dory, the girl who'd shared quiet lunches with him.

Victor muttered quietly, “Rude.” The man continued. “But he did send a message.” Dominic said nothing. The man slowly walked closer. “Stop interfering.” Victor scratched his chin. “That’s not really Dominic’s style.” The man’s eyes flicked to him briefly. “And who are you?” Victor smiled. “The guy who makes sure Dominic doesn’t kill everyone.” Dominic corrected quietly, “Sometimes.” The man shook his head. “You’ve been dismantling our operations for years.” His voice darkened.

~Rose~ What the hell do I do? I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow. ”I think I should-” ”No.” ”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer.

For a long while no one answers until suddenly the door opens and a small boy with green eyes and long blond hair appears. "Who are you?" "Theo Heiden, nice to meet you... is your sister home?" I ask, the little boy shakes his head, "Your father?" He shakes his head again. "Come in," he says, opening the door fully for me. I freeze for a moment, but then step inside, shaking my head again. The Thief should be more careful with her siblings, they have no sense of preservation, "Are you my sister's boyfriend?" "No, I'm just... her friend," I mutter, not wanting to say that we're not really anything and I'm just here to get back what she stole from me. I approach to walk over to the couch where

A man stood on her front porch railing… A big man… So tall she couldn’t see his head or shoulders as he reached for something on the roof. She edged closer to the fireplace and the brass poker resting against the wall. She might be alone, but she wasn’t helpless. Starlight gripped the poker and made her way closer to the window. Well, the man wasn’t armed, he had no weapon... He had a large coil of Christmas lights hanging around his shoulder. A thief hanging Christmas lights? She didn’t drop the poker, but her hit-first-ask questions-later instinct wavered.