Weird Santa Claus Novels & Stories

Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly. She looked around and said, "Daddy, Mommy promised me she'd dress up as Santarina and bring me presents… Isn't that right?" I held her hand tightly, forcing back my grief. "Yes. Mommy will come as Santarina." I lowered my head helplessly and checked my phone again, but there was still no response from Ivana. Then, I opened Instagram and saw Charles' newest post. He wrote, "Bubbles is missing. I feel like I can't breathe… Bubbles, where are you?"

I could tell he secretly hoped we were going to the beach. Looking at his excited little face made me grimace inwardly. I wished it was a holiday in the Bahamas or Miami but it wasn't. We were both going to be staying with Nikolas Sica. It was disappointing that I was the only one that would be saddened by that information. Samuel clearly loved Mr. Sica. The poor thing was unaware of how awful that businessman could be. Somehow, despite being absent all his life, Samuel still regarded Nikolas Sica as his father upon learning his identity.

strained to get my eyes open because of the Ray of sunlight peeping through the blinds. Holy shit! I cursed and flicked my eyes open looking all over the unfamiliar room I am in. I tried to get up but a strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist and we were completely naked. What the hell am I doing In a stranger's bed?

Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently. My breath caught. “Who’s that?” I whispered, pointing toward the figure. Everyone turned to look. Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “Where?” she asked, turning with confusion. “There,” I said more firmly, my finger trembling as I kept pointing. “Behind the tree.” Sebastian squinted. Ethan even took a step closer to inspect. “Callie, no one’s there,” he said. I looked back, my heart pounding in my chest. The man in the Santa suit smiled at me and then, with a slow, deliberate wink, he vanished. My jaw dropped. “You didn’t see that?” I whispered.

However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason. I take in the white-lighted reindeer dangling from a lighted tree containing what is left of Santa’s sleigh. A trail of red lights falls from the reindeer’s head and pools in freshly fallen snow. I have never seen a Christmas massacre and I doubt I ever will again. It is marvelous. I laugh because I honestly can't help myself. For once, humanity surprised me. I say out loud, “God, I'd love to meet the person behind this.” A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?”

Her beautiful eyes filled with panic as she began to struggle fiercely. "I am Miss Sandra of the Porter family. You better let go of me now, or I will surely kill you all!" " Porter family?" Upon hearing this, the bald man paused for a moment, then burst into a scornful laughter. "If you are a Miss Porter, then I must be Sinclair, the heir of the Luther Family," He grabbed Sandra's cheek and shoved a small pill into her mouth. "This woman is so drunk. Hurry up and take her away for a good time."

What kind of human smiled like that in the face of what I am? The more I tried to force my thoughts back to matters of consequence, the more they circled back to him. To the curve of his mouth, to the resilience in his eyes, to the maddening scent of his blood. Santa. Different. Unpredictable. Tempting. And dangerously unforgettable.

“Fine, fine, what's the great news?” “I have officially booked a spot in the largest cruise ship in Toronto for the holidays!” I said happily and for the first time today, her face brightened up and a smile formed on her face. Emily rarely smiled. She was more like an Emo chick who had a hormonal imbalance. Don't get me wrong, I love my best friend just the way she was. We were the total opposite. “I and Jax will be spending the holidays there,” I added and her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

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.

So, if you are wondering what is happening and why all our family members are in the kitchen, then let me clarify this for you first. Today is Christmas (yeah, merry Christmas to you too). So, as per the family tradition, all the others are going to come to our home, and we are going to celebrate as we do every year. But the issue is the vampire king’s assistant... Yes, I am talking about that human assistant Maya.