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It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

B expression as though he said something he shouldn't have crossed his face briefly but faded almost immediately, "what's the title? I bet I can sit through the whole movie without a jumpscare." "It's The conjuring, and you are definitely going to get scared, the internet says it's scary." Her lips were thinned into a straight line and her brows furrowed from the determination that they were going to get really scared." "Maybe you're right. Let's make a deal, whoever gets jumpscares first has to wear a pig onesie." "A pig? Seriously?" Why was she laughing hard at a random thing he said? "Yes, bring it on!" Steamy breath exhaled through the mouth and a fake act of lifting weights, Harry empha

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

She reread it, once, twice, as if the words might change if she blinked. He had approved her Christmas leave. Her chest tightened, confusion settling heavily in its place. This wasn’t like him. Alton Donovan did not grant favors lightly, and when he did, he was an absolute asshole. She glanced toward his office. The door was closed. Scarlet leaned back in her chair, heart racing now for an entirely different reason. There had to be a catch with this man.

"I don't know. I hardly recall ever being close to him. I can't recall anything, but he seemed like the kind of menacing individual. He seems really scary." "I agree with you, Scar. He is really scary. However, I can assure you that he is a decent man. He will become enraged if you simply touch his possessions." Belly took another look at October. "Mother. How is having the entire family spend Christmas and New Year's at Granddad's?" "Belly, it's not even Halloween yet." Mia said. "I'm just attempting to remind mom in advance. Will you travel with us, Scarlett?" Scarlett met her eyes. She placed the toast back on the table with care. Yet again, she experienced another flash. As she took anot

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.

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The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

My hands were shaking so badly I had to clasp them together in front of me to keep them still. "Five million dollars," a smooth, cultured voice announced. The room fell silent. The announcer's voice cracked with excitement. "Five million dollars from paddle number seven. Going once—" "Fifty million dollars." The words cut through the silence like a gunshot. Everyone froze. I froze. Fifty million dollars. That was impossible. That was insane. Who would pay fifty million dollars for twelve days with a stranger? The lights shifted, and I caught a glimpse of movement at the back of the ballroom. A figure stood there in a crimson Santa jacket trimmed with white fur, the costume absurdly festive a