Mrs Claus In The Santa Clause 2 Novels & Stories

Even Clara, who usually needed two coffees and a threat to get moving, snapped into action. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Max came down the hall, red-faced and sweaty, Megatron in hand. “But I wasn’t—” Clara cut him off gently but firmly. “Later, sweetheart. Mischa’s coming too.” Mischa followed behind, dragging her unicorn doll. No one said much. Max glanced at me once. His face confused. But I just stood there. Tall. Silent. Clara grabbed their hands and left quickly. I knew I looked scary.

Claire’s fists clenched so hard her nails bit into her palms. “Richard, you know why I did what I did!” She said through gritted teeth. “I won’t be humiliated just to clean up this mess!” Marcus chuckled softly. “Are you sure, Mrs. Hayes?” Claire turned to him. Her eyes were red. Their eyes locked for a while. He started to rise. “Okay then—” “Fine!” Claire muttered under her breath. “Mom!” Maya screamed. “Must you be such a slut?!” “She’s always been a dirty slut,”

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

That was awhile new level of awkward. A butler opened the door and greeted Mr. Sica with a polite, "Master Nikolas." He then led us inside. The inside of the mansion was a different story compared to the chaos of the exterior. It was a vastness of marble, ebony, pillars and classical busts. "Nik!" A female voice shrieked. I looked up. A tall dark-haired woman rushed down the stairs dressed in what seemed like a silk nightgown. She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek.

Curse Nathan and this big ass building. “Lost already?” I turned. A woman stood there. Her dressing was highly inappropriate. That skirt would have her whole ass on display if she bent over even a tiny bit. “And you are?” I asked. She looked me up and down like I was something she stepped on. “You look new. I’ve never seen you here. I don’t think you belong here.” I smiled. “Bold assumption.” “I’m Mr. Cross’s personal secretary,” she said. “Clara.” She stressed the personal part as if to intimidate me or something.

The room started to feel really close, and Katie's steady unblinking stare didn't help. "Not quite." Katie said, and licked the condom from base to tip. She was smirking – I caught her drift. "Katie, we can't do that!" "I'm not Katie, I'm Mrs. Clause. And I always unwrap my presents." She kept her eyes on mine as she closed her teeth around the latex tip.

She gawked, before mumbling, “Not only is she owing rent now she's whoring herself.. tch.” “Clara… you have a visitor.” She calls out with an eye roll. Rubbing my hands together and inhaling a sharp breath, I face the now open door ignoring gawking from the woman. Clara soon appeared at the door in a white robe, she had hair clips holding her hair in place, and she was putting on a facial mask. “Thank you Mrs Gilbert.” she flashed an awkward smile. “Yeah, whatever… and you might want to tell them about your rent.” she sang before going back inside,

He was a tall, imposing figure, and he commanded attention as he made his way to the front of the room. But it wasn't just Claus who caught my attention. He was accompanied by a woman who was dressed in a long, black coat and wearing a pair of sunglasses. She looked like she was trying to be incognito, but I couldn't help but wonder who she was and what she was doing here. As Claus and the mysterious woman made their way to the front of the room, Riezel's face suddenly lit up. She smiled, a triumphant look on her face, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Jayson muttered, shaking his head in amusement as he casually arranged a bottle of wine on his shelf in the background. “Four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… and… ten.” The words had barely left my lips when the heavy double doors of my office burst open. A red-faced Claudia stormed in, followed by a bored-looking Mrs. Hawkins, who quietly pulled the doors shut behind her without a word. “Why are you doing this to me?” Claudia choked out, a single dramatic tear trickling down her cheek. “What have I ever done to deserve this kind of humiliation from you?”

He was stubborn! The lady behind the counter raised her brow and then smirked, "A witch walked in through that door with a Royal Prince holding her bag, I bet it's a doomsday," Clara was known for being sarcastic. She was a pretty powerful witch back in her time but ever since things took a turn for us, she had stopped practicing magic.