Novel & Cerita Is That You Santa Claus

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

His biceps were flexed against his velvet green shirt, and his hair was curled slightly on his forehead. “Oh, stop it,” Isabella said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room. “Anyway, enough about them. You know I was shopping the other day, and I found the perfect Santa costume for you! I was thinking that you could wear it when you go home with Noah and Jax tonight,” she said, winking. “Wait here. I’ll go get it!” She ran to her room and came back with a Santa outfit. “Go try it on!”

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

I later found out how much of a mistake that was. I slowly made my way to the door and shot one more look at her. She looked fine… So I shut the door and slowly walked next door knocking softly. “Who is it?” “Santa Claus.” “Oh… Then fuck off you’re early.” “Just open up asshole.” “You’re awfully pushy for a holiday figure.” “Julian come on, just open up please.” I heard the lock on the door click and chuckled as he smirked. He invited me in and I started questioning him asking if he needed anything to cook or eat.

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

Dear Santa, I know you’re not expecting a twenty-three year old who writes smut online whenever she’s horny to write to you about her Christmas present, but here I am, sad and floaty. My boyfriend just dumped me. Scratch that. Ex-boyfriend. You’re not gonna believe his reason. It’s because I’m fat, Santa. I’m not really fat, I’m just… not skinny. Gosh, why do people bother so much about weight? Fat people are literally the cutest. I mean, take a look at us!

she insisted. Stephen glanced at her playfully and asked, "Do I really have to?" A mischievous smile played on his lips, teasing her. Anna nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, absolutely!" she replied, her voice filled with anticipation. "We should go and get everything we need. How are we going to skate without equipment?" Stephen, a twinkle in his eyes, conjured up a whimsical notion. "Perhaps Santa Claus sent an early Christmas present," he suggested, a playful tone lacing his words. After all, it was still the 24th, and magical surprises were known to happen around Christmas.

said Cynthia . " I don't care ... I am making your wishes come true and i'll do that ." said Damon . " Why are you santa claus ?" asked Damon . " For you i guess ." said Damon . " Tribrid ." said Cynthia .Damon laughed softly , " And about that party ...We are going to a club ." exclaimed Damon . " Damon ...we are underage they won't let us in ." said Cynthia . " Yeah if the guards could resist compulsion .' said Damon smirking .

Katia moved to sit on the step and continued to giggle, “Oh yeah? What about Santa Claus? Where did he move?” With a look of horror he answered, “Well, you see, my dear niece, Santa is a lesser god, but a god all the same. So, he packed up Mrs. Claus, the reindeer, and all of them damn elves, moved the whole shebang to the god realm. Now we have elves and reindeer running around everywhere creating chaos.” “See what I mean, Uncle, even that little joke taught me something. You just taught me that Santa was a god. Uranus does the same thing when he is here. Why? It is not like I will ever see anyone again or interact with anyone again.” She explained.

Cale sat down, dust motes dancing around him in the gloom. Elion went to the kitchen. He found the drawer—the junk drawer that every house has. Matches. Candles. A flashlight with questionable batteries. He lit a candle. A warm, yellow glow illuminated the kitchen. He walked back to the living room. Cale was sitting exactly where he left him. He was staring at the fireplace. "Chimney," Cale said. "Point of entry." "Santa Claus isn't coming for us, Cale." "Santa Claus is a mythological intruder. Lysander is real."