Bernard Santa Clause Movie Novels & Stories

This was her daughter's first Christmas in the States and despite everything they had been through, Bianca wanted her to have an amazing day. Around them, people laughed as affectionate couples posed for photographs under the lights, and families gathered near the enormous tree while classic Christmas songs drifted through the air. Just then, Gianna tugged excitedly at Mr. Dominic's jacket. "Grandpa! Santa!" She pointed toward a long queue of children waiting to meet Santa Claus. Mr. Dominic laughed. "Looks like I've just been given another assignment." He looked toward Bianca. "I'll take her." Bianca nodded smoothly. "I'll wait right here."

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

Tony was wheeling Sean behind the mother and her three children, protecting them. To celebrate Christmas, Disneyland had set up a huge opportune Christmas tree. Under it, a Father Christmas was handing out candies to the children passing by. Seeing that, the three kids went up happily. Then they each got a candy, so delighted! "Mommy, look, someone seems to be selling StellaLou dolls over there! There are also cute Mickey Ears!" Claudia suddenly pointed to a nearby shop and said. Molly looked over and saw the shop not far away. There were all kinds of Disney dolls in it.

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

The man yelped, tripping and dropping the bag, while Sebastian and Nyra charged. Sebastian grabbed him by the collar. “Explain yourself!” The man stammered, “I… I… thought… Christmas heist…” Nyra’s eyebrow arched. “You thought?” Noelle, meanwhile, began rearranging the ornaments from the bag. “You can’t steal from Snowtopia,” she scolded. “Santa’s watching!” Sebastian blinked. “…Santa is not watching.” “No!” Noelle said firmly. “I’m watching. And I say… freeze!”

They were maybe 10-12 feet tall and apparently heavier than I thought. And what do we have for Christmas? A freaking man-sized Santa Claus with his slide and all the nine reindeers. I'm telling you, he goes too extra with the decorations. He has money, he can allow himself to go this far with the decor, that's what he says when I ask him why. It's actually heartwarming to see this big man being so enthusiastic and giggling like a kid. And I know in such moments he is the real Viktor I have the luck to know. In such moments of pure freedom and joy.

It was a much-needed night of fun and relaxation, and by the end of the movie, they all felt closer than ever. When the movie was over, they sat talking and reminiscing about old times. They laughed and shared stories, and it felt like the troubles of the world had melted away for a little while. Eventually, Bethany announced that dinner was ready, and they all headed to the kitchen to enjoy a delicious meal. It was the perfect end to a perfect evening. There was a sudden knock on the door. Bethany ran to it. Ready to see her son. The others were not so sure about it. Clive had been gone for a while. And he did say that he'd be back when the time was right.

That night, we all sat in the living room watching a classic Christmas movie. Onscreen, in The Polar Express, Santa slid down a chimney with his giant sack of gifts, smiling at the children. I watched the screen, but all I could picture was the twisted figure Sophie described. Spider fingers, too many joints, a tilted head, standing perfectly still. Suddenly, it hit me. A gaping hole in Sophie's story.

“ That's right. You did your part and even more, as you always do in your work. It was the law that failed that family, not you. Now focus on your beautiful family. God has benefited you with this wonderful gift.” Santa said this looking at Clara who was devouring a guava doughnut. Kelly hugged her, showing how happy she was with the gift she had been given. “ My boys went fishing and won't be back until tomorrow night, so my little princess and I came to do the girls' hair here.” Said Kelly with a wide smile and Santa clapped his hands together, happy. “ So let's all go outside. I don't want any hair falling in my kitchen, okay?”