Scary Santa Novels & Stories

Maze's eyes widened as she acknowledged the man concealing in the Santa outfit was Cosimo. Maze giggled covering her mouth with an exclamation in astonishment, "OMG" Cosimo blushed however, no one noticed the discomfort on Santa's face, which was hidden behind the fake mustache of Santa Claus. But the shyness burrowed in his bowed eyes did not escape anyone's eyes. Santa came forward and handed Maze a candy floss in her hand and wished 'Merry Christmas' in his pretended heavy tone. Everyone burst out laughing except Orion, to let Cosimo know how much they were enjoying his discomfort.

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."

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."

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

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.

"Santa, with a strawberry scent really?” “Yes!. This Santa solely delivers gifts to Mommy and Daddy!" he announced with pride. “Wow, Mommy must be so fortunate." I said, preventing the bubbles from spilling onto the floor. He laughed openly and joyfully. His chuckle filled the room with brightness. I rested on the bathroom floor leaning against the wall observing my son as he played in his little universe. Occasionally he would call me over to reveal a bubble that looked like a dinosaur though I couldn’t quite make out the shape.

"I can’t grant you that, dear." "But I thought Santa could grant anything," I say, frowning. "Except this," he states firmly. "Why not?" He gestures with his hands, frustration written all over his face. "Because I’m Santa, not a magician. Besides, how exactly am I supposed to give you… a good fuck?" I shrug. "I don’t know… maybe you could make a man appear in my room. Someone hot, exactly my type, who’d just… fuck me senseless. You’re Santa—you can do that, right?"