Storytelling Santa Novels & Stories

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

Even though she told me that she hates Black Friday shopping, this is a completely different experience. I grab her hand as we walk into the building which is sectioned off into three separate but blended areas. There is a coffee/cafe area where you can order espressos and baked goods, even sandwiches but their specialty is different flavored fudges There is a reading area where Santa Claus himself sits and reads books to children and adults. Unlike the shopping mall Santa claus’, this Santa is present during all open hours. The rest of the building is set up like a holiday themed store selling anything from Christmas ornaments and decor to toys and books for gift giving. Outside, holds a

"A-A-Antonio," Andrea stuttered, looking like the blood had drained out of her face, as though she was seeing a ghost. The little boy stared with admiration at the man before him and shouted alarmingly, "Santa's in Town!" He wiggled his little body out of her arms and offered to carry the hats in. Antonio chuckled and insisted that he'd do that himself but placed one on the little guy's head. John thanked him and rushed back in excitedly.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

“ Santha, i don'th wnow if you can buth i wouwd wiwe you tho mawe carther shthay withh ush forever. He mawesh ush aww shmiwe and ith wouwd be aweshome tho theww widsh x-man ish our friend. Pwush, we aww wiwe boysh.. even tia wiwesh thhem... sho we couwd aww wiwe carther thogethher. Excepth ivy. Pweashe mawe him wiwe carther thoo. (Santa, I don't know if you can but I would like you to make Carter stay with us forever. He makes us all smile and it would be awesome to tell kids X-man is our friend. Plus, we all like boys.. even Tia likes them... so we could all like Carter together. Except Ivy. Please make him like Carter too.) Santa looked down at Ollie with wide eyes then looked up at us and

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

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"Umm…but I have a question; why do you want to propose to me in an amusement park?" "Don't you like it?" "No, It's not like that. It's just how did he know that I love amusement parks. "Santa told me." "Huh?" "When I was a kid, a Santa visited my house and gave me a diary with a to-do list. He asked me to apply all those things and when I will find my mate and read that diary together with your mate. Now that I have found you. I can't wait to read that diary with you someday."

I explained. Perplexed frowns etched across their faces as if I was as mad as a hatter. “So, what you're saying is, you want us to lie to our children?” Lucas questioned, scrunching his brows in disapproval. I answered with an exasperated, “Yes.” Then I rolled my eyes. “For heaven's sake. That's exactly what we're going to do because otherwise it'll ruin the magic of Christmas. They're supposed to think Santa and his reindeer have eaten it,” I explained.