Charlie The Santa Clause Novels & Stories

“I want to order a clipper. The one that could barb a pretty long female hair, bring it to Classic Castle restaurant.” Selene burst out laughing. My jaw dropped. Daniel was serious. “You can't make me chicken out in fear,” Selene blasted at him.

Sarah's body have become cold,she couldn't talk or raise any part of her body,she was just shivering. Charlie quickly removed his jacket and covered her with it.He lifted her up in his hands and he started walking towards the pathway that leads to the main road.He got to the road in no time and he stopped a cab.The driver opened the back door of his car for him and be placed Sarah on the chair gently. "Take us to Los Angeles please".Charlie said as he locked the door. "Alright sir".The driver said and drove off heading towards Los Angeles. * * *

I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

Dear Santa, I know you’re not expecting a twenty-three year old who writes smut online whenever she’s horny to write to you about her Christmas present, but here I am, sad and floaty. My boyfriend just dumped me. Scratch that. Ex-boyfriend. You’re not gonna believe his reason. It’s because I’m fat, Santa. I’m not really fat, I’m just… not skinny. Gosh, why do people bother so much about weight? Fat people are literally the cutest. I mean, take a look at us!

Bellatrix's eyes softened and a smile graced her lips when she watched him walk up to Elise, then gestured for her to carry him up. Elise glanced at her first and with her permission, a nod she did not hesitate to give, she lifted him off the floor and stepped closer to Joe’s bed. “Hi Grandpa,” Charlie said, extending the flower. “I'm Charlie, your adorable grandson. I didn't know I was going to see you today, so I didn't bring actual flowers, but please, have this, okay?” He twirled the floor by the stem in front of him. “Lee baby, I told you Grandpa’s sick. He won't be able to–”

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Inhaling deep, I type out my reply. Me: Yeah, I’d like that. What time do you get off work? Three little dots pop up right away. I stare at the phone, heart in my throat, as I wait for her to reply. I’m pathetic, I know, but this woman gets under my skin without even trying. Charlie: I can be there around six-thirty. Can I bring my cat? Me: Is that code for a sex-thing? Charlie: We’re having dinner as FRIENDS, remember? And no, it’s a “my sister’s dogs won’t leave the cat alone” thing.

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.

he said. I nodded and took my seat. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he broke the silence. “Ms Caroline spoke to you.” “Yes.” “And?” I met his gaze. “You’re either very brave,” I said, “or completely reckless.” I stared at his face, and his expression confirmed he knew what I was implying. The corner of his mouth twitched. “Possibly both.” I exhaled despite myself. “This isn’t charity,” he said. “And it isn’t an obligation.”

All I want for Christmas is you. Santa Claus November❤ Sometimes, I hate the fact that, that man is my boss, he commands everyone, everywhere, it gets tiring. I'm supposed to have a movie night with the girls but, look how he turned everything upside down. "By the way, Nov I told mumcy that you have this charity event thing that you have to go to and she said she had a dress and wanted to give it to you, but it always skipped her memory. She's having it sent tho" Nifise informed