Novel & Cerita Scary Santa

Santa. Not the usual college guy in a fake beard they normally hired. This Santa was… different. Tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the red velvet suit in a way that made it strain across his chest. The white trim framed thick arms, and even sitting down he radiated quiet authority. His beard was real—full, silver-streaked, perfectly groomed,and the eyes above the half-moon spectacles were a sharp, piercing blue that locked onto me the second I stepped into view. I swear my stomach flipped.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

"Keep going." "The older church crowd is split. Half of them think you seduced him — sorry, that's their word, not mine — and the other half think it's romantic and are secretly rooting for you but won't say so publicly because of your mother." Sara raised an eyebrow. "Your mother is apparently terrifying." "She is."

The thought knotted his stomach. Santa shifted, pulling his knees up to his chest, trying to calm his racing mind. He had been in strange places before, had met strange people, but nothing compared to this. Here, every smile hid fangs, every laugh hid centuries of secrets, and every step he took seemed to drag him closer to something he wasn’t ready for. Sleep didn’t come easily. He tossed and turned, haunted by fragments of what Hannah had said. The word bonding echoed through his thoughts like a heavy bell. At some point, exhaustion finally dragged him under.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

"I haven't finished looking around - I wanted to wait here until you woke up, but I have poked my head into the rooms adjacent to this one. They look almost exactly like I remember the miniature." She leaned into him and clutched at his hand with her own and Noel tried not to notice how smooth her skin was. "So, did somebody lace the eggnog with LSD, or what? Because these things don't really happen. I'm an accountant for goodness' sake." "Your guess is as good as mine, Shelby. My dad has always maintained that there's real magic in the holidays, but I never thought he meant anything like this." It was the only thing he could think of while he'd paced the room waiting for her to wake up. Som

Samantha Santino laughs, and it's chilling, his eyes have that hard glare that never wavers away. “ I don't want to be the bad guy,” He says with a cold smile. I never knew a smile could look that cold, no wonder he never really does it. His smile freaks me out much, such that I scramble off the floor and run into Maximo. I hug him tightly as I cry in his chest. “ Please save me from him,” My cries fill up the kitchen.

Hopeless and worried about the kids and the approaching trucks, he did what he knew best. "If you don't calm down, Santa will put you on the naughty list and won't give you the gifts he has," he said sternly. The kids immediately calmed down, quite intimidated by the aura he suddenly began to emit. "Now, Santa is the boss so you have to do as he says. Got it?" "Ai ai captain," they all said uniformly, which amused him. 'Kids aren't so hard to control after all,' he thought with a satisfied smirk. "Now, I want you all to get behind the man with the box."

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.

I stare down at the letter, my heart squeezing, and I sigh softly, feeling overly emotional as I look at his large handwriting. “No. Surprisingly…” I reply softly before I begin reading out the letter. “Dear Santa, I know I’m not a good boy, but I promise I won’t begin to play with fire this year even if it looks so fun, but in return I want you to let my Mommy and Daddy become a big happy family again. So, I can have them always. Love, Alpha Xander.” We’re both silent before Sebastian chuckles lightly. “Alpha Xander, the kid’s got confidence.”