Santa Clause 2 Bernard Novels & Stories

Her graceful body was also on full display in front of Bernard. Bernard stole a peek before burying his head even lower with fear. He said respectfully, “Madam, Philip Clarke will be coming back soon. My second brother, Martin, has already laid down his trap. This time, he definitely won’t be able to get out of Riverdale.” The woman’s chuckle sounded like tinkling bells. She said, “Oh, I see.” Bernard was taken aback and asked tentatively, “Madam, aren’t you concerned?”

She used so much strength that she didn't hold back at all—she even broke the branch off! The soil in the yard was turned over, and streams of black blood came out. At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses and saw the real form of that Santa Claus— That was a heart wrapped in black mist. The heart beat violently, and every beat sent out strong resentment. The weird thing was, it grew on the holy statue. And Elder Craneweaver had seen this holy statue before. He stomped his feet and said, "The acting sect leader brought this back from his travels. He said it's the true ruler from the Western Paradise."

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

Chapter 82: The Scent of Justice The cold that clung to the mountains felt different now. It wasn’t the sharp, cutting cold of dawn anymore. It had settled into something duller, heavier—like the world itself was holding its breath. From the ridge where Luca and Ethan crouched, the entire St. Bernard Pass lay exposed beneath them, a thin white scar along the mountainside. Hours earlier, the place had been a battleground of panic, gunfire, and survival. Now it moved with the quiet precision of a federal operation.

Even Savannah seemed to have come out of her funk. “Maybe he works with her?” Bernard speculated. “They seem to know each other pretty well.” “Why don’t you swing by and ask them?” I said. “No!” Bernard said. “I don’t want to disturb them. I also want to eat my food before it gets cold.” Savannah looked up and I lowered my head before she could spot me. “All right,” I said. “I have other ways of finding out, anyway.” Afterward Bernard and I went to watch the game at his apartment. Our team was getting massacred, as usual, and I decided to check on Claire. I took out my phone and started scrolling.

"Cheers for both of us." Clara lifted her glass. "Cheers as we both are Captains!" They clashed their wine glasses. Clara trembled as she rose from the seat after they finished the dinner. The amount of wine that she couldn't tolerate had caused her head a bit dizzy. She gripped Bernard's hold on her waist. She giggled without she couldn't control it. "You have a strong hand, Bernard. I love a man with strong hands." She looked at Bernard and then, she chuckled.

"Claire let it be. We came here for something. Don't let him distract you." "No, I won't let it be. He has been having his way for so many years. Someone needs to put him in his place." Bernard snickered. "And you think you're the right one?" He took a step and came closer to her, towering above her. "I'm not afraid of you. You can't intimidate me with your build." He smiled with a sick smile which angered Claire the more. "There's only one way to find out." He crossed his hands over his chest, intentionally showing his bulging muscles.

he sees me surprised and nods “Yes sir…” I walk past him and into the living room just as Claus is finishing down the stairs and sees me frowning, keeping one of his knives in his waistband. “so the rat decided to appear?...” he smiled sideways and snapped “Stop joking… I don't want a show, I just want to see what's going on…” Claus surprised me, nods and answers “Bone that's why the BMW is ready outside?...” I nod and he smiles “Great, it will be an interesting night…”

By the time Jeremy and Elena stepped outside the estate, the sun was barely above the horizon, the sky painted in streaks of deep orange and faded gold. Father Bernard was already waiting. He stood near the chapel entrance, his robes shifting in the early morning breeze, his expression carefully neutral. Jeremy barely slowed his stride, his hands tucked in his pockets, his steps unbothered, confident. Father Bernard sighed. “Jeremy.” Jeremy stopped, turning slightly, one brow lifting in quiet amusement. “Father.” A pause. Then— “This is a terrible idea.” Jeremy smirked. “I figured you’d say that.” Father Bernard’s gaze flicked to Elena, then back to Jeremy.

He didn't want her to go there. "For the love of God! Please don't do this!" Mateo screamed . "Oh don't worry. I doubt she'll be staying there for long." Bernard chuckled. "What?" Mateo whispered with a pale face. "I already have someone lined up for her." Bernard laughed. "It seems Santiago's product is having issues. So she will be going there if she passes the testing phase." Upon hearing Bernard's words, Mateo's face drained of all color. He knew Santiago well. They were mortal enemies! Santiago was almost as evil as Lucifer.