Romans & histoires Head Elf Santa Clause

not getting what was funny. “A white elf???” She asked. “That’s not what it’s called?” He asked her, genuinely confused. Then again.. how the fuck did he know. It wasn’t like he normally participated in Christmas parties. “No…” she said, laughing now. “It’s a dirty Santa gift. Or some people call it a white elephant. But for sure not an elf..” Quinn grinned. “Well. I was close.” He said. “You were absolutely miles and miles away..” she argued. “But anyway. You actually don’t have to go get that.” She told him.

Plus, Jax had kept a warming arm around my shoulders as we walked back to the dorm, and the large snowflakes were getting caught in his dark brown hair. I liked the look on him; he was just so beautiful. The soft, bright snowflakes softened his hardened features and made his ice-blue eyes look even more striking, if even possible. Then, when we were home, we watched Elf, and two other ridiculous Hallmark ones that I forgot the names of. Now, it was nighttime, and I was on my second glass of wine and halfway through my chicken Alfredo. "Oh come on; it's a holiday," I said, holding my glass out to him.

“You’re always giving at Christmas. It’s time someone gave back.” She moved in closer, and Matt didn’t try to back away as he stared at her in awe. “My bastard elf hasn’t touched me in weeks. Will you touch me, Santa?”

We were aware that the general public saw us as antagonists now so we were expecting trouble soon. My dad transformed his right hands, exposing his amber fur and razor sharp claws. I bent forward ready to transform. Dad flung the door open in one swift motion, already swiping at whatever dared stand on the other side. Yet his claws came to an abrupt stop, suspended in the air like a thought half spoken. “Ser Brownwell?” “Ah, Elsa… it’s good to see you again. Just like I said we would.”

“He's good at everything.” “You're so gone for him.” “Completely.” Emma approached Christian-Santa last, whispering something in his ear that made his eyes glisten with emotion. He hugged her gently before giving her the gift. I definitely wasn't crying again. After the children's Santa visit, adults gathered for Secret Santa. Each gift was opened with genuine appreciation and ceremony. Elise received her knife from Christian and actually cried, publicly thanking her Alpha. I opened Elder Thomas's gift—a handmade leather journal with my Luna symbol embossed on the cover.

It’s the only thing that can light me up more than the thought of a nine-hour surgery or the smile of a patient after waking up from one I’ve successfully performed. There aren’t too many people at the park. Probably most of them are wrapped up in their own Thanksgiving celebrations. There’s a man suited up as Santa, though, giving out candy canes to children, and some men and women dressed up as elves handing bags of food to some homeless people. There’s also someone selling chestnuts and a group of carolers in red and gold singing on a platform.

Lydia remembered that she had believed in Santa Claus when she was 12 years old, which made her a little frustrated as a mommy. "You're lying." Pearl heard Ely's words and cried out in frustration, feeling that her dream was about to be shattered. Ely shook his head. He handed Pearl a Lollipop. "I was just talking nonsense. Your present is from Santa Claus." Pearl dried her tears. "is your present from Santa Claus, too?" Ely Sighed quietly. "Yes, I saw Santa Last Night." "Wow, that's great," Pearl clapped happily. "Santa gave me lots of presents because I'm a lovely girl, didn't he?"

She released him. "We'll keep looking," she said. She looked into his eyes but they were fixed on something behind her, wide as a full moon. She turned and froze. Their dead elf was rising to his feet, broken bones snapping back into place. His cut healed. He gazed at them with the eyes Violet had hoped to never see again. The same hollow nothingness in the soul Curzon had dragged back to the land of the living at the masquerade ball. "Storm's name, he's giving them bodies," she murmured, stepping back.

Rose smiled to Carlo, Rolf’s hand appearing from the bathroom to take the clothes she held out "the pudding is in the fridge with the rest of the food and drinks. Santa should be at the park down the road later. Do you have your gift for him, Lee?" "I made a bauble with his name on it" Lee rushed to the tree to point it out "it has a little Santa and Korvin, see?" He ran over to the tree to pluck it down and come back to show us a man in a white cloak, with spikes coming out of his deformed head. A white blob with black feet was beside him, with smoke lines coming off him. "It's hard to draw with glitter pens, but I'm sure he'll like it" Lee beamed.