Mrs Claus In The Santa Clause 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

He goes to resume eating but the doors open wide, and Claudia in a tan trench coat, heels, red lipstick and large sunglasses enters the room. She swipes the glasses off of her face, “Sorry that I am late darling.”

She replied, chuckling as she continued her work, leaving him dumbfounded. While Regan Wales was still processing Olivia's words, Samuel Santa and Bianca Davison strutted in with ugly faces. "You're finally here, Miss Davison and Mr. Santa Claus. Please have a seat and let's proceed." Olivia demanded, and she gestured at the two receiving chairs in front of her. "It's Mr. Santa with no Claus, CEO Mrs. Collymore." Secretary Samuel Santa corrected, and Olivia nodded before saying, "I know! Should we? You already wasted seven minutes of the time we were meant to begin."

she yelled as the guards dragged her towards the door. “Get her out of here now!” Rina commanded, her voice uncharacteristically sharp. Santa Claus is Coming to Town? I thought as I finally turned around to face Clara. She was being hauled back into the hallway, but she didn’t stop screaming. “Remember the lyrics, Aurora, and you will find answers to what you are searching for! Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Remember the lines, Aurora! That is all I can say!” “What does that even mean?” Sasha asked as she turned towards me. “If she is trying to pass a message across to you, then you need to hear her out,” she suggested. “It might be important.”

The question lingered, fueling her curiosity about Claus's motivations. Cassandra's stomach continued to growl impatiently, protesting the delay. The clattering in the kitchen ceased, and Claus's footsteps echoed as he headed back to his room. He paused briefly outside her door before continuing on. A few moments later, he exited his room again, and the front door closed, signaling his departure.

Claire: “Gotcha. Well, hopefully things go well for you. Merry Christmas, Mal.” Mal: “Merry Christmas, Claire.” Claire set the phone down next to her, threw her head back, and took a deep breath. “You know, this mystery Santa seems like a pretty cool dude to get the whole family such nice gifts.” Quinn walked into the room and sat down next to Claire. Seeking the comfort only found in her best friend, Claire leaned her head on Quinn’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Thoughts of his chocolate eyes and that damn smirk filled her mind.

Clara looked around the room, now there were only two people, she and Lars, no Keelin, and no Finn, this was her chance. Immediately after briefly discussing the work, while Lars was concentrating on looking at the documents, Clara, who was sitting on the opposite side, suddenly stood up, she propped her elbows on the table, lowering her chest. “Lars…” Clara called in a seductive voice. She leaned forward, deliberately revealing the most attractive part of a woman. “Do you want to…” "Do you mind calling me Mr. Ramos" Lars suddenly interrupted Clara, causing her action to come to a halt. "Huh? What? What do you mean?"

‘I’m so glad all three of you are here today. I haven’t seen you in a long time, and my, how you’ve all grown. Max and Jeremy, you boys are still very handsome.’ Mrs. Powell patted their cheeks. ‘Don’t make the girls cry, okay?’ and they both smiled. ‘And you, my dear, have become more beautiful. A little thinner than before and with dark circles around the eyes, but still beautiful,’ she lovingly caressed Clara’s cheek.

He'd never had a woman occupy his every thought, but he liked thinking about her, it made him smile. Cheif Onapuruagu was coming to speak with Mrs Claudia. He wanted to know if she had shown up for coffee. God knew he should have been sleeping, but he needed to talk to someone. He froze at the sound of Claudia's voice. "I should be in LA tomorrow morning," Mrs Claudia seemed so decided and certain. "I have accomplished what I came to do in Dirty South, it's time to go back to LA." Within a minute, Chief Onapuruagu was inside the bedroom, glaring suspiciously at his mum. What could this mean? He thought to himself, could his mother really kill her blood?