Charlie The Santa Clause Novels & Stories

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?"

"Val Holiday is almost squeaky clean. He had two parking tickets in the last five years. Otherwise, he's twenty-eight, never married and almost rich. He has a Master's from Duke in computer science, magna cum laude. His family owns the Holiday card company. Oh, and he's fucking gorgeous." "Somehow I doubt Charlie told you that part." Marla chuckled and took a long drink of sweet tea. "So, how is he in bed?" "Un-freaking-believable." Just the memory of Val in the shower this morning had Cora's blood heating. "Mind-blowing. Heart-stopping. Addictive. I can't even believe I'm doing this, but I want to go on this trip with him more than I've wanted anything in years. So, are you going to be home

“Charlie, your mother died because of you” Honestly I did not know what to say, it felt as if my jaw had hit the ground “No, it was a drunk driver, my father told me so” “It was your gifts” Frowning at him “I don’t, well I didn’t have powers then” Max sits calmly “Charlie, you have had your gift since you were a child” I search his eyes, why would he be saying this, it didn’t make sense. “My father got to you didn’t he, spun you some lie”, he shakes his head at me

Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget. As I locked my car and walked past him, Mr. Jones cocked his head. "Not taking any time off for the holiday this year again, Miss Samantha? Always working, you are." I shook my head, pulling my scarf tighter. "Not my thing, Mr. Jones. Just another day as far as I’m concerned." “Well…” He looked at me with a sympathetic smile. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.”

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

I stepped away to answer. “How is Gloria?” Her voice was tired. Poor woman. She’d experienced the episode too. She must have been terrified. I told her everything, the helicopter, Stanford, the doctors’ cautious optimism. She listened, making soft sounds of sympathy. “I’m so sorry you won’t be here for Christmas,” she said. “But my thoughts and prayers are with all of you. Tell Gloria we love her.” “I will. Thank you, Mrs. Hartley.” When I returned to the window, Dante was the only one there. He turned to face me, his expression different now. Hesitant.

Emily’s voice jerked me back to reality. I was finding it difficult to say anything. Should I tell her that I had a one-night stand with her father? Arghhh. Why does my own Santa have to come bearing bad luck? “Lisa… my daddy is off limits. I saw the way you were looking at him. Do not even think of using him as a rebound. Trust me, your heart will be shattered into pieces.” I did not know I was still looking at the place he just left, and my mouth was still dropped open until she dragged my nose playfully.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

“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.”

"Happy New Year, Mr. Wade!" Charlie smiled and nodded, though he quickly handed his packet to Elaine as soon as he received it. "Have a souvenir on me, ma'am." Elaine's eyes were creasing into little crescents, her wrinkles showing as she laughed. "If you say so, son! I'll hold on to it for you!" Charlie then asked Bernard in curiosity, "By the way, where did you get those Oskian New Year decorations and those dancers?"