Shhhh... it's Santa O'clockThey say Christmas is the season to give, to spread love, to reunite with loved ones, to have a full bunch of wishlists fulfilled by Santa, but has anyone ever stopped to think if Santa too has a wishlist begging to be fulfilled, huh? You bunch of greedy ass! ***********BLURB:The Christmas season came knocking on the door of Nelly Moore, a young lady who was in a complicated relationship with her boyfriend. Ever since her inability to be sexually stimulated, her ever-sweet relationship was hitting rock bottom. Dying to get a solution, she accepted a crazy, steamy Christmas vacation contest being hosted by a game lord in Costa Rica. Unfortunately, the Christmas miracle she expected wasn't exactly what she got. She found herself entangled in a lustful affair with the vacation's host—the game lord himself, a man old enough to be her father. And to make the situation more twisted, he doesn't believe in love; he only views humans as being bound by lust and nothing more, which brought a clash of perspectives, since Nelly, the lover girl, believes love exists. The whole ordeal started with a provocative question: "Will you be Santa's prize and fulfil his wishlist?" *********Grab a cup of coffee and make sure you have a guy next door to grab while you slide into chapter one to dive into this thrilling, steamy Christmas story. (18+).

I glare at the devil, who placed his foot on my father's head. My father's cries were echoing in the cold room, wincing in pain and begging for forgiveness, but the ruthless man seemed unaffected. I couldn't believe the kind-hearted billionaire who everyone sings his praises was a devil in disguise. "You have less than a minute to make your final decision." His vile tone reached my ear. I was trembling so much, but I shielded it with a brave face. "Elle, baby, please help your father." My father winced more, blood oozing out of his mouth. He has been brutally beaten by the devil's goons. "How long is the contract going to last for?"I inquired. I was snapping my fingers against each other, trying to get the nervous feeling to stop. "Just a year," he smirked mischievously. My eyes grow wide. How the hell will I survive a year with this demon!? "Argh..." My father's high-pitched scream erupted in the atmosphere, snapping me back from my thought. "Say your final goodbye!" He hollered, attempting to crush my father's head. "Stop! Just stop! I will do it. I will sign the contract and be your pet. Please don't hurt my father." I breathed out amidst tears as my bravado shield broke. Seeing my father in so much pain brought nothing but agony. "Good," he flung a set of papers to me, and I hunched downwards to pick them up. "Pen, please...." I requested, trying to act confident, but it was futile; I was trembling so much. "No, your blood." He said to me, handling a razor blade. "When she is done, throw her into the cage. I froze in utmost bewilderment. Not only will I use my blood as a signature, I will also be living in a cage!?