Charlie The Santa Clause Novels & Stories

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

“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?"

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

They were about to go to the shopping mall to check the surveillance when they bumped into Charlie, who was running towards them. "Ah!" Charlie was knocked over, rolled twice on the ground, and then sat up. He looked confused and held the cotton candy and tissue tightly in his hands. "Charlie?" Anne was stunned when she saw Charlie sitting on the ground. "Mama, I have found tissues for Chloe!" Charlie raised his hand happily. Anne strode up and hugged him. She was so frightened that she was about to burst into tears. She scolded in a solemn tone, "Why did you run away? Didn't I tell you to follow your grandmother's orders? You are so disobedient!"

Tiger. ************ As Charlie watched over Wilson's slowly healing body and waited for either Jim or Vox or the both of them to arrive, he calmly sipped a chilled canned beer and sighed as he spoke to himself. "I really shouldn't be drinking something this cold in a weather this cold." He said. It was still winter and the snow continually fell at random intervals. He had a rare solemn look on his face as he fell into deep thought. ************* "Where is it?" A man with long hair that could easily pass for someone in his twenties shouted the question at a frowning twelve-year-old Charlie.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

Most importantly, he was afraid that Charlie would be giving Meredith a hard time because of him. Meredith only put down the corner of the sheer curtain when she saw Josiah going off with Nia. When she turned around, she was spooked by Charlie who was behind her. Charlie was holding a Christmas present Nia gave him. It was a pair of Santa Claus dolls that Nia handmade. Meredith curled up her lips into a smile and walked toward Charlie. "It took Nia three days to finish these. Do you like it?" Charlie nodded his head and put the dolls on the table. "What were you looking at just now? Josiah?"

“All you have to do is come with me to his place and watch.” “Fine!” I conceded as I didn’t want to argue with her anymore, especially when she’s pretty good at reporting to my devil dad. “But I’ll do all the work. You’re already pregnant and in a crucial stage. Just tell me what to do.” Later that night, right after working hours, Clarisse and I patiently squeezed our bodies inside the car on our way to Charlie’s apartment. She not only brought a towering cake, but also balloons, stickers, flowers, and all. Her happiness and excitement reached new heights when she couldn’t drop her smile.