Novelas y relatos de Barney Waiting For Santa Part 1

I was beginning to show. “We'll make the most fun of this Christmas together,” I whispered. Then I stood back and studied my decorations. It was perfect. A knock sounded on the door. I froze, brows creasing. “Mama, are you expecting anyone?” I called out. No response. Just the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. I reached for the door's handle, paused for a split second— then pulled it open. Santa stood on our balcony, a sack slung over his shoulder.

I looked at Tristan laughing with a volunteer, Leon and Sasha arguing over spilled onions, Dominic focused on the fire, Elara stirring the pots, and Fernandez discussing something with Rina. Rina. I had suspected her after the sports festival, and now it was becoming clear she could be behind everything. Something was about to happen, and it was why she didn't want me to talk to Clara. The code Clara left behind wasn't just about who; it was about when. In the song, Santa arrives when everything is quiet—when the big moment hits. Where would they strike? I looked up at the massive glass skylights, then down at the giant iron pots bubbling with liters of boiling liquid. I looked at the royal

They’re determined to wait up for Santa, but Jane is well practiced at wrangling puppies at bedtime. “Well you know, Santa won’t come if you stay up.” She sighs, feigning regret. “He only visits pups that are sleeping. And the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner he’ll be here.” The pups exchange meaningful glances, already in their pajamas and trying to hide yawns of exhaustion. They obviously don’t want to risk Santa skipping the penthouse, but they’re not entirely convinced – not yet at least. “But okay - if you’re really determined,” Jane continues ,throwing up her hands. “I guess Santa can always come next year.”

"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.

3 year old loud. “Is Santa gone,” Isla whispered. Also loud. Copying. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ 62 BPM. Adrian. Next to me. Awake. Since 6. Watching door. Like June 2nd. But different. 581 days different. “Yeah,” Adrian said. Voice gravel. Morning. Christmas. “Santa’s gone. He left you 7 a mess.” _Silence. Bedroom. 7:01 AM._ “GO!”

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?"

Aunt Zoe, however, let out a massive sigh of relief, as if she were being sent to paradise rather than prison. … Another Christmas had arrived. Without those toxic relatives, the Christmas Eve dinner this year was wonderfully quiet. I sat alone in the vast villa with a small pot of cheese fondue bubbling in front of me. Next to me sat the photo of my parents, and curled at my feet was a fast-asleep ginger kitten I had newly adopted. My phone kept buzzing. The company group chat was filled with well-wishes from Alfie and my colleagues. Even Uncle Caleb, the man who used to sneer at my very existence, sent a text. "Hannah, Merry Christmas. I was wrong back then. Take care of yourself."

Seeing the couple exchange vows, a faint smile curved his lips, but the depth of his eyes betrayed a lingering emptiness. His assistant leaned in quietly. "Mr. Lemont, you shouldn't watch anymore. The doctor said you need more rest. Please lie down." Barney didn't respond; his gaze remained glued to the phone. The room's door was knocked. Barney lifted his eyes, and the assistant gestured for the caregiver to open it. The door swung open to reveal Angela's parents, with Pete standing quietly behind them. A flicker of disappointment passed over Barney's face. The assistant immediately stepped forward. "What are you doing here? Mr. Lemont doesn't want to see you. Please leave."

"Barbie we are going to be late!! " Barbie and Elizabeth heard Dylan's voice from outside the room. "Oh no! I don't want to be late to school on my first day! " Barbie shouted and picked up the small black bag that Elizabeth had picked for her. "Bye Elizabeth!! " She shouted and waved goodbye at Elizabeth before running downstairs to join Dylan. She met her uncle and Dylan waiting for her downstairs. "Good morning uncle and big bro " She greeted with a smile on her face. "Morning, let get going so you won't be late " Her uncle said and stepped out.

He looked so happy and carefree. Amber’s breath had stilled inside her lungs as she pulled out the next picture. Tears slipped from her eyes. The little boy was dressed in a little suspenders and dress pants on Santa’s lap. His hair had been tamed and brushed back, giving him the appearance of a little man. He clutched a candy cane in one of his small hands. In this shot he had both his front teeth. Amber traced her fingers over his sweet little face. The picture had a printed boarder beneath it said Godwin Railroad Christmas Party 2049…