Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer Mrs Claus の小説・ストーリー

Of course, knowing her, she would recover at once and start teasing him. "Are you sure? May I remind you that it's Christmas time and not April Fool's?" "Haha, very funny, Lena. But I'm not joking this time. This time, it's for real and for keeps." "Really now? What makes this one so special?" she answered with a challenging note to her tone. "You have very similar names, Roth is crazy over her scent, and she has kids." Suddenly, the line is filled with awkward silence. "V, she's human? And with her own children too?"

I growled, but knowing Roxanne, she would bite back, hard. "And you're a werewolf who doesn't have the manners to answer back when I politely ask who you might be." With sarcasm, Roxanne bluntly hit the nerve of Janus, and she didn't disappoint me. "What the…" Janus growled and almost lost his cool if my Grandpa Claus didn't laugh. "AHAHAHA! I like your wife, Hayden. I really do. She's what like my sister said." Claus was still laughing, and Roxanne smirked.

I am not keeping you more than necessary, and you should have been at home for at least two hours preparing for the storm. I listened to her with a scowl on my face. Mrs. Kringle, as she likes to be called, was the sweetest older lady I have ever met. With her warm amber-gold eyes, gray hair tied in a high bun, and a plump figure, she looked much like Santa Claus’s wife. The only difference was that Mrs. Kringle didn’t wear red. She preferred blue. „But you still need help with the rolls for the King’s manor, and the storm looks to be far enough so I could help you with the job and return home before the first drops.” I reasoned with her, but she shook her head and pointed at the hill.

Claus and Mia are alone in the room. Mia stood before the mirror, carefully choosing her attire for the upcoming mission. She reached for the sexy dress that Claus had surprised her with not too long ago, its deep crimson hue promising allure and confidence. Claus watched her with admiration, his eyes tracing the graceful lines of her silhouette as she slipped into the dress. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. "You look stunning, Mia," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

I pulled open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The warmth hit me first. Then, the sight. The barn was transformed. The long tables, covered with white and red cloths, were full of people. Central candles glowed, reflecting off the ornaments hanging from the beams. At the back, a small stage where a band played a quiet country tune. And, in the center of it all, surrounded by a group of animated old ladies, was Rosa. She wore a bright red dress with a ruffle at the neckline that made her look like a Christmas harvester. Her eyes found me immediately, and a wide smile lit up her face.

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."

Battling between it being real or fake. At five in the morning, Christmas Day, Mark walked into the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep. He placed his phone on the bedside table and went into the bathroom. Moments later, it vibrated. For the first time in eight years, I picked up my husband's phone. A message flashed on the screen. Tonight was amazing. Hope you’ll spend Christmas with me. Clara My breath caught. I was still holding the phone when he stepped back into the room. “Aria,” he said sharply. “What are you doing with my phone?”

She flipped the first folder open and read. Shoplifting, age twenty-two. It seemed straight forward enough. Setting it aside, she sat down, and then opened the second folder. Her eyes widened as she read through the summary. She wasn’t sure if Mrs. Claus was related to the Santa that Rudy was processing, but public exposure seemed wrong in the temperatures outside. She skimmed to the bottom and got as far as reading that Mrs. Claus had to be wrapped in a blanket to cover the lingerie she was wearing. She closed the folder. What a lovely way to start her day.

Deo, my secretary really intended to prank me. I grabbed my phone to call him, but before I dialed his number, my secretary's big face appeared on my laptop monitor. “Sorry for that sir Rhio. There has to be a technical problem for sure.” I noticed right away the little red thing on his nose and the antlers on his head. “Boss! Look, I'm Rudolph!” he winked at me, but it was obvious that he was just forced to do it. “What kind of stupidity is this Deo?” I point out to him.

"Why don't you have a seat Miss_?" I know she's waiting for me to say my name but I ignored her... Ha!! Take it bitch. She exhaled and almost continued with her statement but she stopped when the elevator opened and Mrs Claus walked out with a handsome, muscled man. Her face lit up when she saw me. "Miss Persefoni, sorry to keep you waiting. Please come with me" I turned to Miss Stevenson and gave her a look which says 'that's how to be polite'. Turning to Mrs Claus, I smiled at her and the young man as I approached them.