Novel & Cerita Scary Santa

Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently. My breath caught. “Who’s that?” I whispered, pointing toward the figure. Everyone turned to look. Charlotte’s brows furrowed. “Where?” she asked, turning with confusion. “There,” I said more firmly, my finger trembling as I kept pointing. “Behind the tree.” Sebastian squinted. Ethan even took a step closer to inspect. “Callie, no one’s there,” he said. I looked back, my heart pounding in my chest. The man in the Santa suit smiled at me and then, with a slow, deliberate wink, he vanished. My jaw dropped. “You didn’t see that?” I whispered.

I give him a nod and smile then he turns his attention back to Nina, while I make quick work of getting dressed, the whole time my mind drifts back to last night and even more so when I use the bathroom and feel soreness between my legs but it only makes me smile. Once I'm done we step out of the bedroom with an excited Nina bouncing in Riley's arms. "Good morning!" Josh sings out the moment we step into the lounge. "Santa came!" Nina screams when she notices the gifts surrounding the Christmas tree. She squirms in his arms to be let down and he laughs as he does just that. She runs over to the tree as quickly as her little legs can carry her all while constantly shouting her excitement abou

She said, smirking. I looked at Anita who’s eating. When she felt my stares she looked at me and make face. Dulce, Almira, Alexander and Kate laughed. “What the hell? Almira your daughter’s a brat!” I said. “I’m no bratz, you are,” Anita said then make a face again. “I’m gonna call Santa and tell him not to bring him your gifts.” I smirked. Her nose grew bigger and her eyes widened. “Hah! And I’m gonna call Santa to tell him to make you gave birth right now and then your baby’s father gonna take them away!” She screamed.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

He ran towards me, his small body a whirlwind of energy. "Why were you hiding?" I asked, my tone gentler now, but my eyes were fixed on Laxus, my gaze questioning. Marco's answer, delivered with innocent sincerity, revealed the source of the mystery. "Daddy said Santa would only come if I hid in your room," he explained, his eyes wide with the magic of Christmas Eve. My glare shifted to Laxus, a mixture of exasperation and amusement in my eyes. "Marco, sweetheart," I said, my voice calm and reassuring, "Santa visits while you're asleep. Let's go downstairs." He nodded eagerly, his excitement undiminished.

However, Damian had already hung up on him, not wanting to listen to anything else Sheldon had to say. After he carefully put away the transfer agreement, Damian's gaze then fell on Blade's subordinates. Those henchmen immediately shuddered in fear when they saw Damian's eyes on them. "Don't be afraid. This is your copy of the transfer agreement," Damian told them. "Alright, you may now bring Santa Claus back with you." Santa Claus? Blade's henchmen froze for a second before it finally hit them. Damian was referring to Blade as Santa Claus! It made sense, though, because the one billion dollars had appeared out of the blue, just like a Christmas gift for Spencer Corporation. Didn't that make

It sent a shiver down her spine as her name rolled off his tongue. She turned slowly, her pulse quickening. Santa Claus—or Nick, as he insisted the staff call him—wasn’t dressed in his usual festive red tonight. His black slacks clung to his muscular thighs, and the white shirt he wore was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing tanned forearms dusted with white hair. He wasn’t smiling. Her gaze darted to his hands, strong and, one of them gripping a clipboard. The other… empty, but she could imagine it holding things far more dangerous than a pen.

He knew she harbored bad feelings towards Sierra on his account, but he wished she’d let them go. And the thought echoed in his mind that Sam had advised him to do the same thing with his lingering resentment. To his relief, Leeann forced a grudging smile and finally grasped Sierra’s hand. It was a start. ‘Hello,’ Leeann greeted her stiffly. Sally rounded the corner, her arms folded across her chest. Tanner trailed behind her. ‘We wanted The Santa Clause , Uncle Matt, but all the copies are gone.’ ‘Then we’ll just have to find something else tonight,’ Matt reasoned. ‘We’ll get that one another time.’

he yelled, and I gasped, my eyes widening in shock at his abrupt outburst. “Lucien!” I scolded, my voice a screeching whisper, and he shrugged. “But it's true; you say that every year, but you never take us to see Santa, never,” he grumbled, looking away, and I sighed, knowing what he said was absolutely true.

His mouth hung open like Santa was ten feet tall. Santa ho-ho-ho’d with exactly the kind of laugh only Ryker could pull off when he wasn’t trying. “Well, well, well,” he said, setting the giant Santa sack down. “I’ve heard there’s a good little boy in this home.” Storm shot his hand in the air. “ME!” he squealed. The room erupted in laughter. Santa knelt to Storm’s level, the bells on his boots jingling. Mrs. Claus (Mom, trying not to laugh) placed a hand behind Storm and kissed the top of his head.