Novel & Cerita Does Dear Santa Spoil Santa

One of his teammates yells. I’m shaking. I’m actually shaking now. I look at my brother for any signs of blood, and then very slowly, my gaze turns to the man who dared to kiss me. He definitely must have asked Santa for a death wish with that thoughtless move he pulled. The room is deadly silent now. The music and the laughter is dead, and so is the Christmas spirit. All eyes are bouncing between my brother and the man slumped on against the wall. He’s straightening his coat. He winces, putting weight on his left leg and I see him grit his teeth. He has a limp.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

Staring at Deirdre's face, Amelia said, "I wouldn't dare to drink any coffee you make." Deirdre lowered her head and replied respectfully, "I see, Madam. Then, I'll put it on the table for you." As soon as Deirdre placed the coffee on the table, Amelia reached out her hand and spilled the coffee before the elders. Silence filled the living room. Seeing the spilled coffee, Deirdre hastily stepped back. Even so, the hot coffee splashed on her. Morgan was satisfied by her sister-in-law's actions. Soon after, Amanda appeared. "Morgan, why are you back?"

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

he said. "Besides, it's not as if you don't know this about me. I can't stand women who are poor and dumb." Although he said this, his gaze had a hint of fondness. It was completely devoid of the disdain he had first shown when talking about Melissa. Just a week ago, I told him that since our wedding anniversary is on Christmas day, I wanted to have a proper celebration with him. He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous."

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

“Will survive without Santa.” I played my ace. “It would mean everything to them. Especially the sanctuary refugees who've been through so much trauma. Seeing their strong Alpha being silly and kind? That teaches them that strength and gentleness can coexist.” Christian's resistance crumbled visibly. “This never gets mentioned again after the holiday.” “Promise.” Lie. I was documenting everything. Diana produced a professional Santa costume from nowhere. “You planned this,” Christian accused. “Obviously. I've known Sophie for months now. This was inevitable.”

“I don’t drink that shit! You think I’m crazy?” “I guess that’s why you’re the last man standing today.” “The boys took the news hard last night, God bless ’em, and they drank hard to soften the blow.” “What’s with Santa’s workshop out there?” Cutter smiled wide. “At some point last night, one of these kindhearted idiots realized that I might not make it to Christmas, so they brought Christmas to me, presents and all.” “Hey, speaking of presents,” I began my protest. “About that Fat Boy—”

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.