Charlie The Santa Clause นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he changed the topic. Charlene thought about it for a moment, "Not for me," she said. "They have the same party here at Town Hall with Christmas theme ... of course, people are more jolly in Christmas with Santa Claus, eggnogs, and everything ... when it snowed, the pathways get really slippery ... it's okay, I guess, but I like Halloween much better," she explained. "Maybe I'll come back for Christmas and New Year this year too," Landon said. "With your parents?"

he muttered. “It’s two days before Christmas.” Jason smirked. “That’s actually part of your Christmas bonus. But you have to promise not to freak out… and keep your mouth shut.” Curious and slightly drunk, Michael agreed. Jason led him to the corner office and knocked. They heard footsteps and the door was cracked open about an inch. Charlie’s eyes stared back at them. “You’re early.” “I have an eager friend.”

He looked casual yet imposing in a dark cashmere sweater, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face. "Merry Christmas, girls," he said, his voice a calm, deep rumble. His eyes slid to Ariana, lingering just a second too long on her lips before returning to Cami. "Merry Christmas, Dad!" Cami ran over and gave him a quick hug, which he returned with a stiff but fond pat on the shoulder. "Ari says her ankle is feeling better. Maybe we can go for a walk in the gardens later?"

she murmured. She turned her head and that was when she saw Logan. He was sitting on the sofa opposite the bed, already dressed, his laptop closed beside him, his attention completely on her. He was smiling in that quiet, warm way that always made her chest feel tight. “Merry Christmas, my darling,” he said softly. She stared at him, then at the bags, then back at him again. “Logan… what are all these?” He stood up and walked closer. “Santa brought your gifts. You’ve been a very good girl this year, so he decided to be generous.”

“Yes, tonight. And wear something decent for once.” I rolled my eyes automatically. “You say that like I dress like a stripper.” If only he knew. “This is important,” he continued. “My friend’s son is flying in for Christmas.” “What friend?” “Patrick Laurent.” The name sounded vaguely familiar. “He was supposed to surprise us for the holidays, but your mother and I already booked that Aspen trip this weekend. So you’ll host him instead.” Something about the way he said man instead of boy made me pause. “And Ivy?”

FLASHING NEON LIGHTS CAST AN OTHERWORLDLY GLOW UPON A CONGREGATION OF YOUNG WOMEN, THEIR LAUGHTER AND VOICES RESONATING THROUGH THE ROOM. IN THE CENTER OF IT ALL, WEARING A SMUG AND SELF-ASSURED GRIN, WAS CHARLIE. DRESSED IN A SHARP SUIT, HE MOVED WITH CONFIDENCE AMONG THE CROWD OF WOMEN WHO SEEMED ENTRANCED BY HIS PRESENCE. HIS DEMEANOR WAS THAT OF A MAN WHO REVELED IN THE ATTENTION AND DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES. SAMANTHA'S HEART SANK AS SHE

“You don’t have to eat that. I’ll bring you some biscuits.” Then, Mom turned to me with a cold look. “Next time, do it properly. Or you will be punished. And after breakfast, you’re helping me prepare for the Christmas dinner. Your aunt Carol, her husband and their three kids are all coming.” I felt something sink inside me. I nodded slowly. “Yes, Mom.” Elena smirked behind her cup of juice. She looked pleased....like ruining my morning was her favorite part of the day. Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket. The sound made me jump. Everyone turned to look at me.

Loyal. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. The ring barely lasted two seconds before he picked up. “Santa? Hey, man! What’s going on?” “Hey, Charlie,” I said, walking slowly down the path. “I, uh… need your help. Actually, I need some information.” “About what?” I took a breath. “My dad.” Charlie was silent for a moment. I heard him shift on the other end. “What are you thinking ?”

Theirs. Perfect in its imperfection. December 25th, Charlotte appeared at 5:30 AM, vibrating with excitement. “SANTA CAME! There are PRESENTS! SO MANY PRESENTS!” “Charlotte, it’s 5:30 in the morning. Santa’s presents will still be there at 7 AM.” Seraphine tried to negotiate more sleep. “But they’re HERE NOW! We need to open them NOW!” Charlotte was already pulling on Damien’s arm. “Fine. But we make coffee first. Adults need coffee before present chaos.” Damien stumbled toward the kitchen.

Charlie turned around I was leaning against the island, elbows resting on the counter with my tits jutting forward, beckoning him for a taste "Happy birthday, Baby." I smiled seductively. Mr. Charlie laughed a shy little chuckle, hastily setting the plates down with a clatter and stepped toward me without a word, quickly grabbing the sides of both breasts, hoisting them up high to meet his face and took the frosting covered teats into his mouth one at a time.