Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer Old Novels & Stories

This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan. 'Hmm. So even the White Wolf's Clan has its loopholes.' Alexander thought. "There is a gay White Wolf's in their clan?" He finally asked, before he was able to stop himself. He just couldn't stop his curiosity. This "gay" solider really caught his attention and interest. It had been a long time since he last flirted and had numerous affairs. The tragedy changed him in so many ways. He realized he missed his old self, maybe he could loosen up a little and have his little fun with this "gay" White Wolf's.

The snakes wiggle, swing, and flee. "Now, the snakes have fear of us and will not dare to deceive us any longer." Little Rudolf smiles as he stroke chat gently who grunts softly and they both return to the house with his skateboard "Honey, wake up," Rhoda says as she gently strokes his face. "What's going on?" Rudolf inquires. "You appear to be gasping for air, and you're so restless in your sleep that you almost fell on the floor," Rhoda relates. "I was dreaming of my childhood snowy days, Honey," Rudolf smiles. "How are your legs now?" "It's almost gone," Rhoda inquires. "God healed you again. Praise God!" Rudolf exclaims. "Rhoda proclaims.

His voice grew stronger. "And today, his legacy returns to where it always belonged." The large screen behind him changed. A photograph of Fred Whitmore appeared. The founder. The dreamer. The man who built everything. The auditorium erupted into applause. Not polite applause. Real applause. Heartfelt applause. The kind people offer when something finally feels right. I felt tears forming. Not because of the company. Not because of the inheritance. Because after everything that had happened, my father was finally being remembered properly.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

The sound drifts through the room, faint at first, then closer. “Ho ho ho.” The sound came again, louder this time—right outside my window. My eyes snap open, and I sit up, staring out the window. Outside, flying through the dark sky, a reindeer—no, a whole team of them—soars past, their hooves striking nothing yet leaving trails of sparkling light behind. They pull a sleigh, and at the reins sits a figure in red and white. He looks exactly like— “Santa?” I mutter, squinting to see him clearly.

He refuses to relinquish control until I tell him that we can enter the hospital only in our human form. I find the doctors, and they let me see her. I go to the door and tell everyone to leave; even Aros has to go. I need some privacy. I open the door to her room, and my eyes fall on her face. Enya's asleep, but that's a good thing; she needs to rest. I pull up a chair and sit down next to her bed. My hand grips hers, and a slight smile spreads across my lips at the touch. Her hands are warm, as always. "I was worried about you. You didn't keep your promise. You promised to be careful and now look at you. But thank you, really. You saved many by going against that rogue in the forest. I don

"W-What…" Red immediately bent down to pick up the photo album. That's when he saw the picture, and he laughed a little to see that Trinity had kissed him on the cheek and lips. What surprised Red, even more, was that his cousin Theo was also there, holding a red balloon that he was gently pointing at. Red remembers that incident when Theo pointed at the red wolf. The boy named Theo in the picture is pointing at the red wolf because, according to him, he is its chicken. They're dancing at the time, and older people are putting them together. Theo was still pushing him gently toward Trinity.

He then stated holding his hands up in surrender. I turned my attention back to the rest of the group and began explaining how to play. The game was relatively simple. You chose a person to be Rudolph and sent them out of the room. Then, the remaining people in the group would choose a Santa Claus. Once that person was chosen, Rudolph would come back in and try to find Santa. While they searched, Santa would wink at the others. If you were winked at, you said, “Ho, ho, ho.” This continued until Santa was found.

For only a second it's eyes had changed to a navy blue color, which was kind of familiar in a disturbing way. The reindeer then ducked it's head and a bunch of fruits fell off of its horn onto my lap. One of the fruits had thorns on it and pricked my skin. "PANCAKES!" I yelled in pain and glared at the reindeer. "I appreciate the food delivering service but do you really have to pick a fruit with thorns? And more importantly, drop it on my lap?" The reindeer snorted and rolled it's eyes at me. "But um, thanks." I mumbled gratefully. If this deer is a human with dark hair and navy blue eyes, I would have thought that this is Ace in front of me.

The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting. We made our way inside and Grandma Rose was seated on a queen-like chair, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her makeup and dress made her look intimidating, the interior decoration of her sitting room was nothing like the taste of an elderly woman. “Aria," she called, rising from her seat with a bright smile. I hurriedly walked past Damon and into her open arms. “Good afternoon, grandma Rose." “You look so much beautiful just like last night," she commended.