Novel & Cerita Head Elf Santa Clause

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?”

It doesn't have to be three minutes (it sounded like a good number). "Hurry up," yelled Jofrorli. "We don't got all day." "This is a waste of time," said a man with large hooped earrings hanging from his long pointed ears. He was an elf, but he didn't look anything like the elves I had seen in movies. His features were sharp like one, but his body was quite lanky. His fingers were long like a pianist, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail rising upwards then pointing down. He wore loose clothing that fitted his body nicely, with it not being too loose or tight. "The kid already knows the stupid technique."

Jaemin Sunbae chirped and put on the Santa cap that he had been holding on to till then. "We have a few things for you too." Baekjae Sunbae picked up a packet from under the Christmas tree and proceeded to take out and hand us Christmas headgear- a Santa cap for Yeojun, a headband with two snowmen atop it for Jaehyeon, another headband with a fluffy-bearded Santa's face in the middle on top of it for Hanseol, a very Christmas-y tiara complete with stars and bells for our leader and reindeer antlers for me which he went ahead and placed on my head. "Where did you even get these?" Hanseol stared at the Santa's face on his headband and squeezed the cotton a bit, the fashionista in him disgruntl

He knew she harbored bad feelings towards Sierra on his account, but he wished she’d let them go. And the thought echoed in his mind that Sam had advised him to do the same thing with his lingering resentment. To his relief, Leeann forced a grudging smile and finally grasped Sierra’s hand. It was a start. ‘Hello,’ Leeann greeted her stiffly. Sally rounded the corner, her arms folded across her chest. Tanner trailed behind her. ‘We wanted The Santa Clause , Uncle Matt, but all the copies are gone.’ ‘Then we’ll just have to find something else tonight,’ Matt reasoned. ‘We’ll get that one another time.’

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?"

***One Month Later Garlands of olive branches and daisies swept through Basharr's palace. The animated statues played music constantly. Courtiers and attendants hustled to brush gold leaf across the palms of every visitor. It was meant to show the prosperity all elves would share under Eden and Violet's reign.