Carta Para Santa Novels & Stories

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

On the side, I spotted a little card, Cara and I read it together… ‘Dear ALEXANDER LA’VARDO Welcome back from your vacation. I hope that you had a wonderful and relaxing time with your beloved fiancé. Please accept this gift with open arms as it is a gift from the depths of my heart. I’m sure that this gift will be very useful to you. P.S. for your eyes only Lots of love Yours truly ’

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

One was Jackson the other one must be Kai the one Jonathan mentioned earlier. "Sorry sir. I got stuck in....." Kai didn't even finish his sentence when Jonathan slide the box wrapped neatly in pretty silver sheet with a card on it. Kai smiled looking at the package. Jonathan also smiled but his smile quickly changed in smirk and he gestured Kai to open the box. Kai read the card which indicated Marry Christmas Papa. I know you can not come home so this is the gift for you from my side and mom's. We love you. I love you papa..

Dante returned to the party, but Marta caught his arm before he could rejoin the others. "There's one more thing," she said quietly. "Something I need to give you before I lose my courage." "What is it?" She reached into her purse. Pulled out an envelope. Yellowed with age. Sealed. Leo's name written on the front in Isabela's handwriting. "She wrote this before she died. In the hospital. After Leo was born. While she was..." Marta's voice broke. "While she was fading. She made me promise to keep it safe. To give it to Leo on his eighteenth birthday."

It was a present, not certainly from his dad. “Why don’t you try again?” The man said, gesturing to the Santa mailbox and Daniel glanced at it before turning back to him and before he could refuse again, the man continued. “Santa Claus could be anyone. Anyone whose intention is to bring a smile to your face, maybe your mom, dad, brother or a friend!!” Daniel continued to stare at the man pressing his lips in a straight line. “If your heart is pure, God will fulfil your wish,” Daniel nodded, retrieved his wallet from the back of his Jeans without further argument and took out a picture where he was with Mishka, Eric and Christian. He stared at the picture. “Do you still believe in Santa?” He

“Juni and I are going to the store to pick out gifts this morning. Christmas is weeks away and everything will be sold out soon, so we have to go today.” She glances over at me, probably to check if I am onboard with the plan and I offer her a smile. “Of course you can go sweetheart.” Dante answers calmly. “And yes, what are you getting me this year?” She beams and Dante chuckles. “It's going to be a surprise just like you every year.” Adelaide groans. “Daddy gets me the best gifts. He bought me a car last time, I wonder if he can top that.” She says to me,

XX John. Sabrina's card was just as corny and cheap, but was titled 'I'm So Sowwy' on the front with a big, sad-eyed puppy. On the inside the same puppy was being cuddled by another puppy and the quote was, 'It'll get better. Pwomise.' You'd written, 'BFWMB, You might be alone tonight, but I promise that you will find complete satisfaction tomorrow. We'll just keep trying until you're so satisfied you can't stand right. Deep breath, DD.'

I laugh at my craziness. I know decades will pass before that happens. I lift my daughter and tuck her into her bed. I fixed her hair before kissing her forehead. “Have a goodnight's sleep, baby,” I fixed her toys that were scattered on the floor. I think she played alone again. As I picked up the litter, I saw a paper. “Dear Santa, thank you for fulfilling my wish last Christmas. I know it's still summer and too early to send you this letter, but I badly wanted to thank you. From Scarlett Andrea”

Samantha As agreed, dinner has been set, and the only one left to arrive is Maximo. Santino and I quietly wait for him, while at the same time, I try not to stare at Santino too much. He looks so sexy today in a four-piece suit and freshly styled hair. He looks like the ultimate perfectionist I know him to be. “I miss my brother. Can I get a chance to talk to him?” Santino’s eyes rise from the phone in his hands to look at my face. Our eyes meet, and he appears to be as bored as ever.