Scary Santa 소설 & 이야기

Dear Santa, I know you’re not expecting a twenty-three year old who writes smut online whenever she’s horny to write to you about her Christmas present, but here I am, sad and floaty. My boyfriend just dumped me. Scratch that. Ex-boyfriend. You’re not gonna believe his reason. It’s because I’m fat, Santa. I’m not really fat, I’m just… not skinny. Gosh, why do people bother so much about weight? Fat people are literally the cutest. I mean, take a look at us!

Scarlett’s POV: How did Everett end up here? Didn’t he say he was swamped with work? My heart pounded wildly. I never dreamed Everett would show up… and dressed as Santa Claus, no less. Was he trying to surprise me? Should I play along? I blinked, steadying my nerves. Seeing Everett in that costume stirred a wave of emotion within me. Once upon a time, I never would’ve imagined Everett doing something this crazy for me. Could this notoriously clueless man actually come up with something this romantic?

"You don't scare me! " Sao lets out a ragged breath. This girl thinks because she is pretty she could have her way with anything! He would never dare hit a woman but before any got him this angry they already were scared of him. Because his eyes change into a something in the middle of bloodshot and rusty freckles suspended in the usually white part. Winter thinks those eyes are the scariest she has ever seen but her ego won't let her back down. She has never seen anyone with such eyes before . She had thought the guy was handsome before but now he is just scary.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

I said. "Merry Christmas honey. How was your night?"dad said. "It was fine thanks". "I see you're excited about today" mum said, giving me a big smile. "So excited" I grinned. "Well, you know you won't be leaving without an escort" dad said. "I know dad" I said, feeling slightly annoyed. "And there is going to be added security so you'll feel safe" mum added. "More like caged" I muttered. "What did you say?" Dad asked.

could escape my lips, Santa Claus flexed his whip before slashing it across my body. A scream tore off my throat, and I expected marks on my body as tears stung my eyes, but when I looked down at myself, I saw none and widened my eyes slightly in disbelief. The pain that seared through my bones was a confirmation that my body ought to be disfigured and bleeding now, but right now, my skin is still as flawless. Santa Claus must have seen the confusion in my eyes for he laughed, his voice echoing in the room as the Christmas song continued to play in the background.

Help. Hey everyone, I need help. Two days ago, my five-year-old sister said she saw Santa Claus in our house, but her description doesn't match the traditional image at all. She said this "Santa" had long, spider-like fingers, too many joints, crawled like a four-legged animal, and after climbing out of our chimney, it just stood silently in the corner of our living room, watching us for an hour. Most importantly, when I asked if this "Santa" had a gift sack, she said no. Just a lumpy, wrinkled, moving sack on its back.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

The powerful wolf beside her was actually trembling. Santa’s eyes followed his gaze to the far corner of the lot—a dark patch where the CCTV cameras had been mysteriously disabled. A black sedan sat idling, its exhaust curling into the cold air like a silver ghost. A tall, lean man stepped out. He wasn't one of her father's men. He stood with a terrifying, quiet grace that made the very air feel heavy, as if the gravity around him was stronger. Even in the shadows, Santa could feel the magnetism radiating from him—a sense of overwhelming power and, strangely, a profound, soul-deep safety that she hadn't felt since before the "event."

Didn't he want me to stay on the low so I wouldn't add more fuel to Diana's furnace. I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow. The days run by and it's time for the Scare Fest. I put on a white costume and little lamb ears. Amy is dressed up as a killer nurse while Rebecca sticks to a normal outfit. The entire place is crowded like an actual festival. Everyone is dressed up like it's Halloween. People screaming all around and bursting into loud laughs. I and Amy walk around admiring the stalls when I feel eyes on me. I turn around and there's no one there. Just a sea of people pushing against me, running from the masked shirtless men while giggling and laughing loudly.