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“There, you’ve got a car now baby, latest edition, fully loaded and you don’t need to stress about driving, it’s self-driving and I don’t mind teaching you how to drive as well.” I blinked, yes I knew they were heirs from the top packs but they were allowed to spend this much on a go? Luka cleared his throat and leaned back with his arms crossed. “I’ve got something better.” Asher and Caspian turned their gaze toward him, raising their brows as he had just said something crazy. “I just booked us a private summer trip in a beach villa, just us too… we leave this evening so that gives you enough time to pack up.”

And there, standing by the window with his back to me, was the man in the Santa jacket. He didn't turn around. "The car is waiting outside," he said, his voice low and smooth and achingly familiar in a way that made my blood run cold. "We should leave before the roads get worse. The storm is supposed to hit within the hour." I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. My entire body had gone numb. After the contracts were signed—my hand shaking so badly I could barely hold the pen—we were escorted to a sleek black limousine waiting in the circular driveway. Snow had started falling, fat flakes that caught in the headlights and turned the world into something from a winter fairy tale.

Thoughts of how strangely hot my Katie's tits were tonight danced through my head, and I'm sure she could tell by the way my cock gouged along her spine and I was already eager for her present. "Nuh-uh! You're being too naughty for Santa to come tonight!" Katie pulled my hands out of her shirt and defended them from my sneaky fingers. After her modesty was sufficiently upheld, she tilted her head back and gave me her sly wide-eyed smile upside-down, "But Mrs. Clause will be coming for a naughty boy with something nice to unwrap in my bedroom real soon." She stood up and stretched, offering up a great view as she wiggled about and made those adorable "nughh" sounds.

she yelled as the guards dragged her towards the door. “Get her out of here now!” Rina commanded, her voice uncharacteristically sharp. Santa Claus is Coming to Town? I thought as I finally turned around to face Clara. She was being hauled back into the hallway, but she didn’t stop screaming. “Remember the lyrics, Aurora, and you will find answers to what you are searching for! Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Remember the lines, Aurora! That is all I can say!” “What does that even mean?” Sasha asked as she turned towards me. “If she is trying to pass a message across to you, then you need to hear her out,” she suggested. “It might be important.”

Playlist Song#1: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Michael Bublé DAPHNE’S POV “These freaking luggages! Urghh!” I groan, surprisingly able to drag three heavy boxes up a flight of stairs without twisting both my ankles, but that only means I look and feel like my large intestine is about to fall out through my crack any second now. “Orison, arggh, why didn’t you pick up your phone?” I muse to myself, breaking a sweat even though it’s freezing out here, but the question I should be asking is why I thought I would be able to carry all my luggages on my own in the first place. Thankfully, I reach Orison’s door on the last floor, and I strain to fish out the spare keys he gave me.

Pulling out a document from his bag, he tossed it onto the table and began, "Jovana, come out. I'm not in the mood to argue. It's been three years—you should know better by now. "Caden is about to start school, and Tiana needs a house nearby. Sign this property transfer agreement, and I'll take you and Stella home right away." Seconds ticked by, but the silence in the room remained. No one came out to respond. Andrew's patience was running thin. "Jovana, my patience has its limits—" Before he could finish, my five-year-old daughter, Stella Lorne, emerged from the overgrown weeds. Her clothes were tattered, and she was covered in dirt from head to toe. A homeless man stood beside her, holding

I quickly look up and see my escape. The window. I crawl out the window and I can hear Paxtons full belly laugh floating in the room. Once I'm safely on the roof I spot Dimitri below talking to Hendrix and Thanos. "Catch me!" I scream down towards the guys. Dimitri looks up and spots me. He instantly opens his arms up motioning for me to jump. I close my eyes like a chicken and jump right into Dimitri's opened arms. He places me on the ground while Hendrix and Thanos burst out laughing.

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!"

Marco, one of her three bodyguards, asked; Clara really wanted to reply to him, but involuntarily, she rolled her eyes and walked away, and like always, they followed, knowing quite well she didn't want them following her everywhere. But when Clara and her team entered her dressing room and her eyes landed on the open window, a sinister smile appeared on her lips. “Guys, can you help me escape through the window? I will make it up to you, I promise,” she asked her crew, who shared a hesitant look before Riley said, “Your father will kill us this time if he finds out we let you escape again, Clara.” “If he finds out, I will tell him I tricked you guys; please, I will be back before you know i

He understood well enough what Betta said, so with sign language, he brought his sister's attention and explained things to her. Yennefer's a very smart type, so she was quick to understand. Together, they both got to where his mate was. His Betta was a very informative type, so he led them directly to where Aiden's mate was held captive. They tried to remain as quiet as possible, while tying Alora. They were able to successfully escape the coven without getting seen by any of the witches. "Thank you for saving me," Alora said, after they had reached somewhere safe.