Santa Clause 2 Bernard Novels & Stories

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.

And there, standing by the window with his back to me, was the man in the Santa jacket. He didn't turn around. "The car is waiting outside," he said, his voice low and smooth and achingly familiar in a way that made my blood run cold. "We should leave before the roads get worse. The storm is supposed to hit within the hour." I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. My entire body had gone numb. After the contracts were signed—my hand shaking so badly I could barely hold the pen—we were escorted to a sleek black limousine waiting in the circular driveway. Snow had started falling, fat flakes that caught in the headlights and turned the world into something from a winter fairy tale.

He knew she harbored bad feelings towards Sierra on his account, but he wished she’d let them go. And the thought echoed in his mind that Sam had advised him to do the same thing with his lingering resentment. To his relief, Leeann forced a grudging smile and finally grasped Sierra’s hand. It was a start. ‘Hello,’ Leeann greeted her stiffly. Sally rounded the corner, her arms folded across her chest. Tanner trailed behind her. ‘We wanted The Santa Clause , Uncle Matt, but all the copies are gone.’ ‘Then we’ll just have to find something else tonight,’ Matt reasoned. ‘We’ll get that one another time.’

“Or cause any pain to your family. I’m so sorry.” Clara reached across the table and patted my hand. “I know, dear. And deep down, I think Bernard knows it too. He’s just... struggling right now. With the infestation, losing our trees... it’s been hard on all of us, but especially on him.” I nodded, understanding the gruff Alpha a bit more now. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Clara. It helps to understand where he’s coming from.” She smiled warmly. “Of course. I hope it helps. And I hope you know that despite Bernard’s behavior, I think you and Chris make a lovely couple.”

"I asked her if she was coming and she said that she's here." "Okay, thanks," Caden replied, rushing off. "I'll find her!" He searched the crowd, looking at every face, and hoping beyond all hope that he found Jocelyn. Then the parade started, and huge floats passed around the town square. Santa's Workshop, complete with elves who were throwing out candy; Rudolf heading up Santa's sleigh; but the one he liked the most was a manger scene with Santa kneeling before the baby Jesus, placing a gift at His feet. But Caden kept scanning the crowd, looking for Jocelyn.

There is white fur around all hems and to top it all of a Christmas hat and some red lipstick and mascara then I'm done. A knock comes at the door as I place my earrings on, "come in!" Mr Clause struts in with all his glory. Instead of buttoning up his shirt he left it open allowing me to admire his toned torso and tattoos, the way his muscles ripple with each breath and move has me thinking of things no Mrs Clause should. "Is Santa allowed to be naughty on Christmas night?" He asks, I giggle and walk up to him. "So long as the workshop is still buzzing with life, Mrs Clause cannot allow, unfortunately," I sigh slipping my hands under the cloth over his shoulders.

His laughter peeled through the warehouse echoing off of the cement walls, heightening his insanity. Bernard had never been so happy in all his life. All his years of searching. All his time and money spent to bring her back to him and she had been right under his nose most likely the entire time. Those goddamn alerts that had his men running around like chickens with their heads cut off, they had damn near driven him insane. Yes he would punish her. He would punish her, punish the man. Punish the club. He’d even punish the children and anyone that had dared to associate with what was his.

“It was Christmas when I came home for the holidays. I was devastated about breaking up with Marco over my parents, of course. So, browsing around for a bit to distract myself, I got this email. I didn't even remember having this account anymore, so I logged in again just to delete it. She closed her eyes at the memory. Definitive proof that her father was a lot worse than he thought. Charlotte had grown up hearing strange phone calls in the dead of night and visiting from men…creepy. That's why she feared when the senator told her he would hurt Marco if she didn't obey. But what she saw on Christmas Eve was proof live and in color that Bernard McKeena was one hell of a bad guy.

Bernard chuckled heartily as he dropped the transducer and ran his hands in his hair “AH! Fuck thank Goodness! The universe is on my side, the universe wants me to bring this beast to live” he cried out happily Caroline was almost hyperventilating; if Bernard was correct about this theory then the beast would be ready before Roman even finds his way here. She didn’t want to be there when things go sideways and she didn’t want Harley to be there either. But she couldn’t save her, if she wanted to take risks then she’d have to find her heart first and knowing Bernard he wouldn’t stash it somewhere she could easily think of

"If you panic, I will extract you. I have mapped the emergency exits." "Of course you have." At 6:30 PM, they drove to town. The town was lit up for Christmas. String lights wrapped around the lampposts. A plastic Santa waved from the roof of the diner. "Fire hazard," Cale noted, eyeing the Santa. "Wiring is exposed to the elements." "It's festive, Cale. Let Santa be." They parked in front of the bookstore. It was a small, cozy shop with a bell on the door and a cat sleeping in the window.