Novel & Cerita Mrs Claus In The Santa Clause 2

"There's no way I would miss Christmas Eve dinner here while in town. It reminds me of old times. Of how much I've missed." "This isn't your home." Khloe's voice cut through the false pleasantries. "Will never be. So take your ugly face and get out." For once, her anger was directed at the right target. "Okay, everyone." Mrs. Hartley raised her hands, trying to smooth over what couldn't be smoothed. "Calm down. All this rage isn't good for the spirit of Christmas. And especially not for Gloria." She was right. But nobody was listening. Marcus's smile had frozen on his face. Cinnamon stared at Marcus. Khloe looked ready to leap across the table. Mrs. Wealth's face had gone blank, that careful

“I’ll see what the elves can do. Run along now, Susie, and don’t forget to say goodbye to Mrs. Claus!” Susie nodded and hopped down from Alexander’s lap. I leaned forward, letting her come close to kiss my rosy cheeks. But as she leaned in, she hesitated. Her eyes widened when she saw it—a strand of my natural hair that had come loose from under my wig. Before I could stop her, she had grabbed my wig and yanked it off my head. She knocked my fake glasses off in the process, revealing my face, and shouted, “Hey! You’re not really Mrs. Claus!”

"Can’t you handle two children?" Clara’s face turned ashen, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and despair. "They are not children... They are monsters," she said, her voice trembling but firm.

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.

Sarah asked, walking towards the door. "Ma, dinner is ready," Clara's voice was heard. Sarah opened the door. It was indeed her. She was wearing a white apron and an equally white chef hat that covered her hair completely. She appeared a bit nervous so Sarah didn't bother to ask her why she didn't use the intercom to call her instead of coming all the way up. Sarah simply replied, "Ok. I'll be downstairs in a jiffy," Clara didn't wait for even a second after Sarah said this. She broke into a sprint and headed downstairs. Sarah watched her in surprise as she ran away. She pushed the door close thoughtfully.

Clara nodded, her big eyes following her mommy as she disappeared into the closet. She then turned her gaze towards her dad, who was also looking at her. They stayed in silence with Clara's eyes searching her dad's face for any sign of what was going on. Just then, Lisa emerged from the closet, dressed and ready to go. She took Clara's hand, and they walked out of the room together, with Clara looking back at her dad as they walked away.

I bribe my desperation showing, as I move forward. “Okay, Santa Clause” Rafaelle taps my back stopping me and pulling me to the side, “you are not going to offer some old woman you just met five million for information that could possibly be fake” he turns to me with a worried look on his face, but not at the situation but at me, he is worried I might go crazy from this search. “You are looking for the blonde one right?” Her soft voice calls from the side but a wicked smirk is plastered on her face.

Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it. The old woman stares at me, her mouth slightly open. “What nonsense are you spouting?” "You heard me." I cross my arms, my gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd. I let the silence stretch before driving my point home. "Your mysterious ‘Santa’—the one who’s been providing for you all these years—is the very same Alpha you’re trying to cast out." A collective gasp ripples through the people. Shock. Disbelief. Their heads turn toward Elijah, eyes narrowing, some darting between him and the statue of Santa Claus, as if suddenly seeing the resemblance.

” He said poking my head. I cross my arms and huff. It was worth a shot. Dammit i should’ve thought of something more better but no Ms. Clumsy can’t control her stupid mouth, remember. Once we entered the salon. Dalon introduced me to a beautiful middle aged woman. She came and hugged him “Dalon i missed you! ” she says sounding really excited. Once she let go she looked at him and said”wow! Dalon you have grown into a good looking man.” He grinned and said “Why thank you aunt Cary.” what a show off.. I’m like invisible here. Don’t they notice me. I clear my throat. Their eyes instantly snap towards me. Finally.