Steve Arthur Christmas の小説・ストーリー

'' But first the star of the day '' he said . '' Why do i have to drees as santa '' said a voice coming from behind . ''Stella what are you wearing ?'' Celia asked . '' This is santa costume isn't she looking pretty '' Noir remarked . '' Is that the reason she disappered all day?'' ichard asked . '' Yes to give you all surprise '' Arthur replied . '' Even though i didn't wanted to here you go presents for you '' Stella said handing out the gifts . '' THese are for us '' Celia asked . '' Yes i had prpared '' Arthur said '' these are small token of thanksfrom me '' . '' Oh Arthur thank you '' said Noir .

Kids should have Christmas. I had cleaned up and decided to make an appearance next door, as I'd promised, when I got a call from Steve. "Hey-ho, Stevorino." "Only my Grandma gets to say that, asshole." "Merry fuckin' Christmas to you too." I teased. I heard him chuckle. "Merry Christmas is right. At least for your neighbor." "How's that?" I asked, suddenly interested.

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!"

“Meanwhile, here’s your birthday gift.” Tony reached into his suit pocket and brought out an envelope which he gave to Arthur. “Happy 70th, Old man,” said Tony. “Aww, thank you, DaCosta,” Arthur said happily and stuffed the envelope into his suit pocket without opening it. They finally stepped away from Arthur and Miranda so that they could greet their other guests. “Sorry about that,” Tony apologized once they were out of earshot of the Wilcoxes. “Arthur has the loudest voice in America.”

A tall handsome figure stood in the place of the boy when the light disappeared. The man had white hair and white beards. His iris were red and they were glowing. A staff appeared on his right hand. Rick could tell that he was very powerful. “ Now let's get down to business.” said the man named Arthur as he sat down and faced Rick. Then he continued “ I heard you need my help” he said to Rick. Rick looked at him still unable to say anything. He laughed. “ I know. I know. I don't look like an elder. I get that a lot. Oh where are my manners?. My name is Arthur and I am an elder from the hearthstone coven” said Arthur as he introduced himself to Rick.

"Alright, take me to the auction quickly. If not, we'll be late for dinner." Then their car drove out of the villa area, passing by another car entering on their way out. It was Arthur and his entourage. Arthur was sitting straight in the car with both hands resting on his walking stick. He gave Xavier a glance. "We rarely have the chance to travel together. Are you really that unhappy to come out on a trip with me?" "No." Xavier looked out of the window and asked distractedly, "Are you here this time for the Eight Saints figurines?"

I noticed the room was strung with various types of holiday lights, which made me believe that the place would be stunningly lit at night. Liam and I should come back here once he has a little time to himself. “Interesting seeing you here,” a familiar voice called out. Slowly, I turned to find Arthur standing in the large archway with his arms folded across his chest. “I should have known that he would bring his human along.”

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

Pictures of his achievement unlocked, bought skins and even premiums for certain games. “Okay, now we know what Arthur is up to all Christmas Break. But what about Hestia?” Excami asked again and it put the Montague siblings at a stop. They don’t have any way to know what Hestia was up to lately. The Student Council Vice President does not have any social media and would only use the school server if needed for contacting. She does have a cell phone number but all throughout Christmas Break, she was uncontactable— it always goes to voicemail.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.