Santa Clause Movie Bernard Elf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

I could tell he secretly hoped we were going to the beach. Looking at his excited little face made me grimace inwardly. I wished it was a holiday in the Bahamas or Miami but it wasn't. We were both going to be staying with Nikolas Sica. It was disappointing that I was the only one that would be saddened by that information. Samuel clearly loved Mr. Sica. The poor thing was unaware of how awful that businessman could be. Somehow, despite being absent all his life, Samuel still regarded Nikolas Sica as his father upon learning his identity.

“Do you remember this one? Santa gave it to me last Christmas! I asked for it in the letter Mae said she went to the North Pole to deliver!” “Yes…” Connor smiled, but I could tell by his hesitation that he had no idea about it. “Of course. I’m sure he was happy you liked it so much. Who knows, maybe a goblin in disguise saw how much you cried to get one when Mae took you to the mall for ice cream…” “I wanted the whole crew! But Mae said we were already going to the movies, so we couldn’t buy anything else.” Theo snorted. “But the movie was really cool…”

“Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas, you filthy animals. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus has a sack full of surprises… but only if you unwrap me first.” She drags one manicured nail down the zipper, letting the coat fall open another inch. Her nipples are already rock-hard, poking through the fur trim. She grabs her own tits, squeezes them together, and gives the camera a wicked grin. I’m standing just off-camera in nothing but red velvet pants and a Santa hat, my cock already straining against the Santa’s fabric. My heart’s hammering. I step into frame, voice low and rough.

Stranger said handing her some clothes. Elsa breathed down, it wasn't what she thought. "Thank you" she replied and collected the cloth. She hadn't even thought about what cloth she'd wear after bathing. Gosh! This guy sure has a strong effect on her. "I'm outside. Barbie doll" Mr. Stranger said and started walking out, after Elsa nodded. He stopped and smiled at Elsa. "Do come down and watch some movies after" "No. I'm tired, I just need some sleep" Elsa said slowly.

She released him. "We'll keep looking," she said. She looked into his eyes but they were fixed on something behind her, wide as a full moon. She turned and froze. Their dead elf was rising to his feet, broken bones snapping back into place. His cut healed. He gazed at them with the eyes Violet had hoped to never see again. The same hollow nothingness in the soul Curzon had dragged back to the land of the living at the masquerade ball. "Storm's name, he's giving them bodies," she murmured, stepping back.

“You’re always giving at Christmas. It’s time someone gave back.” She moved in closer, and Matt didn’t try to back away as he stared at her in awe. “My bastard elf hasn’t touched me in weeks. Will you touch me, Santa?”

"Santa? Are you purposely trying to re-traumatize me?" "I forgot about that," I say. "What with all of the excitement." "Forgot about what?" Libby asks. "You have a Santa phobia?" "Not exactly," Kate says. "Let's talk about something else," the Senator says, clearing his throat. We need a minister, not Santa,” Kate says. “No offense to you, Santa. And Ella, don’t even suggest that a reindeer should carry the rings.” “A reindeer!” Ella says, her eyes wide. “Damn it. I should have thought of that!”

Sane couldn’t help but grimace when he started pouting in front of him. "Stop pestering our baby boy, you dim-witted edshole," said Simon, pinching Edmund's left ear, dragging him across the other side of the room. Edmund coughed, laughing, while chunks of food fell down the floor. Laughing, Claus approached him before whispering into his ear, "You are lucky, Pal, y'know. You get to hear our songs before we get famous. You'll be proud, y'know." He could feel the burden in his chest slowly lighten as he watched the boys doing their usual businesses. He smiled before slapping Claus' arm. "Bet on, Santa."

Lillian waved back enthusiastically, while Phillip was careless. The young man whispered as softly as possible to his sister. "Don't the Elves work for Santa Claus?" Wiggy who heard the words suddenly chuckled. “It's true, but you think Santa got the Elves magically? Like waking up and then poof ... suddenly the Elves are having bagels together in one table." Phillip responded with one eyebrow raised, while Lillian tilted her head. Seeing the audience's incomprehension of his jokes, Wiggy rubbed his face in disappointment.