Santa Clause Movie Bernard Elf Novels & Stories

“Will survive without Santa.” I played my ace. “It would mean everything to them. Especially the sanctuary refugees who've been through so much trauma. Seeing their strong Alpha being silly and kind? That teaches them that strength and gentleness can coexist.” Christian's resistance crumbled visibly. “This never gets mentioned again after the holiday.” “Promise.” Lie. I was documenting everything. Diana produced a professional Santa costume from nowhere. “You planned this,” Christian accused. “Obviously. I've known Sophie for months now. This was inevitable.”

That's why having this little niece who likes to spend time with me is so special to me, because now that I have it I don't want it to ever go away. "It's present time!" Eloise announces as Peter slips in through the front door, dressed in a red sweater and jeans as he casually takes a seat beside where Eloise was previously sitting. "Now that Santa had to unfortunately leave us, we'll have to have some helpers to help pass out the presents!" Eloise smiles warmly to us all as Briella throws her hand up into the air and jumps off the armchair.

I winked at her, and Cadence slowly nodded her head at me, as if she couldn’t believe how ridiculous I can be. Elliott’s deep voice had me turning my head. "You believe in Santa?" He stretched, his long arms reaching almost to the ceiling it seemed, and I was so excited to see him, I couldn’t help but fling myself at him. He adjusted just in time to catch me, giving me a tight squeeze like I was his long-lost daughter or a friend he hadn’t seen in ages.

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?”

"I understand that I should be sleeping in my bed, but I know how to take care of myself, and if by reproaches you mean, why don't you explain to me how it's possible for me to be here and not take care of Snow?" Bernard looked at me as if I were a fool. "I would never have come if I had left the Campbells unprotected, but if you forget, I'm taking care of them because I'm doing you a favor," Bernard said with annoyance. "I thought you had something special with Snow; I don't know what you're doing wasting your time trying to woo an unattainable person like Sage." I looked at him with a lot of annoyance. "What I do or don't do with Sage is none of your damn business, and besides, where does

Santa was amused as he watched his eyes stern while Elf Lily and Miley squirmed in their chairs. Miley couldn’t get the image she had walked into out of her head. “You know the application process, right?”Santa asked. Santa leaned into his chair and smirked. His bass voice only seemed to worsen the poor elves' situation as they blushed hard. Channeling confidence Lily didn’t know she possessed, she stood up, took her clothes off and walked towards Santa. Her eyes were solely fixated on his broad muscled chest.

“I want to order a clipper. The one that could barb a pretty long female hair, bring it to Classic Castle restaurant.” Selene burst out laughing. My jaw dropped. Daniel was serious. “You can't make me chicken out in fear,” Selene blasted at him.

Before I could respond, headlights swept across the front windows. Silence immediately filled the room. My father straightened. My mother smoothed her hair. And somehow my own pulse became deafening. A car door shut outside. Then another. The front gate clicked softly in the distance. For one insane second, I actually considered running. The knock came three beats later. My father practically rushed to open it. Cold winter air flooded the foyer first. “Merry Christmas,” he said warmly as he stepped inside, snow melting slowly from the shoulders of his dark coat.

"Tell me, how long have you been working for the Healthies90?" Bernard beamed at Clara after pouring the second glass of wine for the young woman. Clara bit her lower lip and peeked at Bernard. Bernard inhaled and sipped his wine as he ran his thought. 'Mr. Edward was right that this girl has thoughtful mind. I could see from her stare. I must anticipate her tricky minds with combination of her attractive attitudes.'

“I guess he is pretty incompetent for him to have added Vercelli on your brain rather than on your teeth that seemed to be the only one grinding!” “You son of a … “No no no don't do that that's way too early?!” I heard another Voice and this time I just knew that voice too was familiar.. He came under the light in his full height.. “Wait a minute…..you!”. He chuckled… “Yes me, you have such a good memory, yes it's me, Santa clause!”. “Except for the fact that you empty even ordinary sarcasm you can't dish out” Vittoria voiced, rolling her eyes..