Romans & histoires Santa Clause 2 Bernard

"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…”

Excitement filled his voice. Clara smiled and walked out of the kitchen with Elena to see the snow falling in Manhattan. Winter was beginning, and she felt happy seeing the snow falling outside her home. "Wow, this is the first snow in Manhattan," Elena looked amazed as she extended her hand outside and caught some snow. "Can I play in the yard, Cla?" Anthony looked up, moving his hand eagerly. Anthony loved everything he rarely saw in his daily life, and snow was one of those things. Clara remembered that Anthony had spent time in the hospital last winter due to his second heart attack. But this year, Anthony had recovered—a reality she had hoped for all her life, even though she sometimes

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.