Novel & Cerita Mrs Claus In The Santa Clause 2

“It isn’t always a success. You must get impregnated.” Kira silently worried that, if she was already pregnant with Edwin’s child, the incessant pummeling of her womb by Claus’ generous manhood would dislodge it, but she said nothing. Instead, she held onto her breasts to prevent them from flopping to and fro from his forceful pushes and emptied her mind. “That’s it, baby,” Claus said in a breathless, husky tone. “Play with your tits for me. I love it.”

It was a smooth, chillingly dark, and utterly familiar baritone. Claus. My heart stopped completely. I couldn't move; I couldn't even draw breath to scream. "Did you truly believe," Claus continued, his voice dripping with a cold, sadistic amusement that made my skin crawl, "that you could just run away from me? That you could hide in the dirt with my bastard uncle and pretend you’re free? Enjoy your little vacation, my sweet Luna. Because I know exactly where you are. And I am coming to take back what belongs to me.”

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.

"Dad? Is everything okay?" Mr. Dominic looked up. "Clara is out." Bianca paused, looking at her dad. She knew this was much harder for him than it was for her. A wave of guilt washed over her; after all, she was the main reason his wife had been jailed. Bianca looked down at the table, processing her emotions, when the front doors of the house suddenly pushed wide open… "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas, my sweet family!" a loud, childishly dramatic voice shouted from the foyer. "The prodigal daughter is finally back!"

She sat back in her seat. “Clara, which one do you think is prettier?” Mrs. Linn showed two photos of women. Clara examined the two photos of women. She hadn’t seen them before. Then, she looked at them one by one with focus. “This one, Mrs. Linn,” Clara replied. “Oh, alright.” Mrs. Linn took the photo from Clara’s hand. She turned to Joe. “Tomorrow, Mama will make an appointment with this woman, to have dinner with you, Joe!” she said.

Aurora believes she sees her father in Maya. She stopped the cab at the front of Clara's mansion. A servant escorted her directly to Clara's room. After exchanging pleasantries, Mrs Sarah went straight to her reason for visiting. "Clara, take me to the Alpha's place. I need to see my daughter. I would never be settled if I don't see her today…and now", Mrs Sarah said with all seriousness. "Is something wrong? You sound agitated. You know you can talk to me", Clara said, sounding concerned. She wondered what happened within just a night. Was she wrong about Alpha Jax?

William, who was still being restrained, pleaded. "Work things out? I will not raise your bastard child!" Clarisa yelled. "I want a divorce!" Just as Clarisa voiced her anger, the door to the conference room opened. They all turned to find Claire Monet walking in with Clint. Riley saw Claire's face turn ghostly white. She panicked and retreated her steps, but sadly, Clint was behind her, stopping her from leaving. "You whore!" Clarisa said while pointing at Claire. Clarisa marched toward Claire and gave her a firm slap!

Because of this, she was not upset when he did not invite her. Taz was sitting in the common room with Brute as one of the club girls played Santa. She wore a skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit and bright red stiletto knee high boots. Her Santa hat had been stolen leaving her formerly perfectly styled hair, in complete disarray. The men kept telling her that her brown hair looked better that way. Her green eyes showed her excitement even while her mouth pouted. “I wasn’t sure if you would come home for Christmas or not.” Brute admitted as one of the bigger guys received a hot pink gift bag.

Carl replied and they both looked away from him and stared at each other. “Happy Birthday.” They chorused to each other without smiling. “Today, I am five more minutes older than you.” Kaylen said proudly. Kaylee was about to yell at him but Lucy stopped her. “No, don't yell. You are a princess, princesses don't yell.” Lucy warned and she nodded with a smile. They heard footsteps and turned to the stairs to see Clara walking down from it. She got to the living room and paused, she looked around. “Ugh, did Santa puke here?” She asked with a weird look and Kaylen gasped.

She was a human with pale skin and slender limbs. She was perched on Claus's lap, her arms draped around his neck, while his fingers trailed along her thigh. I froze at once, and the room fell dead silent. Claus looked up and saw me. His expression stiffened—not out of guilt, but out of annoyance at my poor timing. The woman didn't look scared at all. Instead, she gave me a provocative smile. "So, you're Aserina Doyle?" Claus did nothing to stop her. She looked me up and down, then said, "Claus was right. You really aren't getting any younger."