Dirty Santa Game Rules Printable Novels & Stories

This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, and I wrote the rules of this city’s underworld myself. Yet, the man I had kept by my side for ten years, Drake Leon, was now trampling all over them. Ten years was more than enough time for a stray dog to grow into a wolf that can stand on its own. A decade ago, he was hacked to pieces by enemies on the streets of Brooklyn. Covered in blood, he crawled to me like a dying dog. I took him in. I put a gun in his hand. I taught him the rules of the mafia. Step by step, using my position as the Leon mafia family’s consigliere, I groomed him to become the boss of the Manhattan port district. Ten years later, he controlled the most valuable port under the Leon family for me, and for another woman, he framed her in standing grace. When that girl named Lina showed up pregnant, wearing the blue diamond necklace my mother left me, and sat in the seat that was supposed to be mine, I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I had someone take the pathology report from the hospital, along with the child, seal them in a gift box, and deliver them to Drake’s new estate. Half an hour later, the study door was kicked open. He stormed in, drenched in night rain, carrying the scent of gunpowder. The barrel of his gun pressed straight against my forehead. “Violet.” He stared at me, his eyes bloodshot. “You touch her child, and I’ll make sure you’re buried with her.” I stayed seated by the fireplace. I didn’t move. I simply pushed a document to the center of the table. “Don’t rush into madness.” I looked up at him and continued, “As of fifteen minutes ago, I’ve frozen three warehouses under your name, two shipping routes, and seven offshore accounts.” Only then did his expression finally change. I smiled faintly, my voice soft. “Drake, you seem to have forgotten something. The reason for your accomplishments today isn’t because you know how to pull a trigger. It’s because I allowed you to live.”

Kehlani Cole had 2 rules since her ex boyfriend humiliated her on the rink and kissed her friend in front of everyone. 1. Never return to the rink. 2. Never date a hockey player. But, what happens when she violates the rules since Trevor, a hot hockey player with criminal records and Elliot's rival on ice ask her to fake-date him In exchange for winning the LensArt photography award scholarship program. Therefore, she's drawn back to the game. Now that she's been healed and moved on, her ex wants her back but she's no longer that broken and intimidated girl. She's changed and become more confident. When real kisses blur the line between pretend and reality, Kehlani must decide if she should guard her heart or risk it all for this criminal goalie.

Sebastian's POV I've been watching my stepbrother since the wedding. He doesn't know. He thinks I'm cold. Distant. A rich asshole who doesn't care. He's right about the cold part. My father made sure of that. But when I see his manager grab him by the collar, when he accidentally sends me a shirtless photo meant for the girl who's been laughing at him behind his back — something in me cracks. I protect him because I have to. I want him because I'm weak. And when my father starts circling Jae like prey, when I find out someone wants him dead and others just want him broken, I have to choose. My family. Or the first person who ever made me understand what love means. Touching him would be a sin. Letting him die would be worse. Jae's POV In my world, you either survive alone or you don't survive at all. My manager beats me. My girlfriend laughs at me online. My stepfather wants me on a stripper pole. Then my stepbrother — cold, gorgeous, untouchable Sebastian — tells me he wants to protect me. He says he'll make me forget everything she did. But his father is obsessed with me. Someone is trying to kill me. And three years ago, my own father died in a bar that belongs to their family. Falling for Sebastian would be dangerous. Letting him go would be suicide. But how do I trust a man who was ice yesterday and fire today? How do I know the hand pulling me out of the dark isn't the same one that buried my father?

In a world of werewolf nations torn apart by ancient conflicts, Amara, a Royal Consort with only trace amounts of Alpha blood, struggles to find her place in a society where her voice is silenced and her destiny predetermined. Tasked with the daunting duty of increasing the dwindling Alpha population as a worthy Luna, she is shattered when denied a chance to contend for the throne during The Coronation. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when one contender mysteriously vanishes, opening a path for Amara to seize her opportunity. But the cost of claiming the throne may prove too high as she becomes a mere pawn in a deadly game, forced to suppress her emotions and navigate a treacherous path where survival is weighed against everything she holds dear. Can she overcome the shadows of the past and embrace her true Alpha nature, or will the burdens of duty and power crush her spirit?

Aryn's journey begins with the gift of strange and life-altering book. Aptly titled 'Rules of Death' it doesn't stop with the exposure of her own identity. The book holds knowledge and power Aryn can only begin to understand.

“Get on your fucking knees.” Ivy came home broke, bitter, and full of secrets. She never expected her quiet, powerful stepfather to look at her like that. Or speak to her like this. Dominic has rules—strict ones. Eat at the table. Dress right. Don’t talk back. But Ivy? She breaks every rule... just to see how far he’ll go. What starts as heat turns into obsession. And once he claims her, he won’t let go. Dark. Dirty. Addictive. He’s twice her age. She’s off-limits. But some sins feel too good to stop.

Jake has harbored a secret desire for Marcus Chen – his best friend Devon's father – since he was fifteen years old. Now eighteen and invited to spend a week at the Chen family vacation home for Devon's birthday, Jake sees his chance to finally act on three years of pent-up attraction. Marcus, a divorced 43-year-old bachelor, recognizes the dangerous chemistry between them immediately but struggles with the moral implications of wanting his son's best friend. Over the course of one intense week, their mutual desire escalates from stolen glances to heated confrontations to forbidden touches. As they navigate the risk of discovery, the complexity of their age difference, and their genuine connection beyond physical attraction, both must decide what they're willing to sacrifice for something that could either be the mistake of a lifetime or the start of something real.

"Where are you going to? Get back here," Zion shouts at her. She walks away from him in agitation. "I lost my everything. Everything that I have. My youth, my dreams and the man who could keep me warm and happy all my life. Why should I stop for you?" Nancy says. "How dare you say that?Get back here and serve your to be husband," he scowls. "But I am not your fiance," she squeaks and his eyes widens in shock. Instagram: Deborah962021