Santa Clause 2 Bernard Novels & Stories

With his big hand, he opened the door. When Mariana saw him, she was so scared that her heart almost ached. Why would this bastard appear here? "Daddy ..." Carolina was also dumbstruck for a moment. When she saw Bernard, she became a little excited. Bernard originally came over with anger, but when he saw the two little fellows, he forcefully suppressed his anger and knocked on the roof of the car with his fingers, "Get off, I have something to say to you!" Mariana looked at the high-grade cars around, her heart thumping. It looks like she wouldn't be able to leave today.

I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

Even though it seemed unlikely, Suzy decided she needed to meet with him. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in three years. So, the first thing she did upon returning to Hillside Villa was to ask Allen to look into Claude’s whereabouts. Before she could finish eating an apple, Allen had the information ready. “Claude’s on a business trip to Montara.” “Book a flight.” The next morning, Suzy boarded a plane bound for Montara. Allen wanted to accompany Suzy, but she refused, assigning him other tasks to handle.

Oh Goddess, why is this happening? I’m cursing Ethan as I run. This is his fault. They want him, that’s why they’re so determined to get to Santa. I have half a mind to go back to the NightFang territory and give him a good strong kick in the pants. If anything happens to the pups I’ll never forgive him – or myself. As I near the stables I see the barn doors open, and a sleigh hooked up to two huge clydesdales emerges. The horses set off into the snow, but so far they’re still walking.

His men raised their guns and opened fire—shattering the wall in a storm of loud noises and glass. Until none was left in their magazines. Angel yelped. Tony wrapped him in his arms, his eyes never leaving the front entranced spectacle. The frosted glass totally shattered, clearing Bernardo’s path. He stepped inside. “Well, well…looks like I’m late to the family reunion.” Behind him, a mix of amed men. Santa De Leones. Luchese. And CIA agents. Beth stood behind Bernardo. Eyeing Tony and Angel. **

"And now that he’s done exactly what you asked, you’re turning your backs on him?" More murmurs, hesitant this time. A flicker of uncertainty in their angry expressions. But then the old man’s voice booms again, cutting through the tension. “We don’t care that he has found you! The curse is still here! We need a new Alpha!” His bony finger shoots out, pointing toward the enormous statue of Santa Claus standing proudly near the entrance. "You see that?" His voice trembles with something dangerously close to reverence. "That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha w

“Thank you for everything you’ve done. Please take care of him.” Bernard tilted his head to the side, silently accepting her words as Stephanie turned to leave. Her hand had barely touched the door handle when Bernard’s voice stopped her. “I know how you got this.” Stephanie froze. Slowly, she turned around, she didn’t need him to clarify, she knew exactly what he was talking about. Bernard’s expression was unreadable. “Be careful. No one makes a deal with the devil and walks away free.” Back at Clara’s apartment;

Once her slippers were on, she headed into the kitchen. But no Elijah… He wasn’t even there… But there was a brown paper bag on the counter, her name sprawled across it. Starlight grinned as she opened the bag and found a large breakfast burrito wrapped in foil inside. And a note. She pulled out the note and carried her burrito to the kitchen table. It read: ‘On the first night of Christmas, my Star took from me: sleep. But I’m not complaining. Not one bit… Be back with the Thomas clan around 9:30 a.m. Take it slow, little Star… E.’

**Chapter 15: A Stealthy Confrontation** Claus had managed to slip into the dimly lit warehouse and was now eavesdropping on the conversation between the mysterious man and another individual. The tension in the room was palpable, and Claus could sense that they were close to uncovering crucial information. As Claus continued to listen, he heard the man mention an exchange of information. The other person inside the warehouse must have valuable details about the Beast's plans and the whereabouts of Rick and El Patricio. Suddenly, the conversation ended, and the mysterious man exited the warehouse, clutching another envelope in his hand. Claus knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.