The Santa Clause 3:the Escape Clause Novels & Stories

So familiar it felt like the old him had made an appearance, just for one second. "Elizabeth you are forgiven." He turned to our father, "I have come to ask for a favor." I smoothed my lap out as my heart felt a pang, he hadn't come home to visit us, to visit me. Father leaned back in his seat with an eyebrow raised, it was time to talk business. Which meant the women had to leave. Mother stood up quickly, "Elizabeth, Tina, let's go for a walk around the garden." -

Starlight hadn’t expected him to reach up, to stroke his fingers along her cheek, to run his thumb along her lower lip. “Star, maybe I want strings…” “I don’t.” She turned her head, severing the contact. “Thank you for the toast.” “Starlight?” Meghan’s voice echoed. He stood, tucking the Christmas present under his arm. She stared at the toast, focused on chewing. “I guess we’re done…” Elijah walked out, leaving her door cracked open, preventing her from falling completely apart. ***** “Merry Christmas!” Anna was all smiles as she and Jeremy hung their coats in his mother’s hall closet.

Suddenly all the other kids run away, but my brothers and Aiden all run and kick and hit the man that is just laughing. “Let me go!” I scream, but he holds me so tight it hurts. He kicks Xander, and I scream again. I see daddy, uncle Mack and mommy come to save us. A weird little woman comes up next to the man when it gets all foggy. She says some strange words and sees my brothers and Aiden fly away. I cry out, not wanting anyone to hurt them. The man laughs, and then we get sucked into the air, and I get dizzy and fall asleep.

scared to even hear the answer. “If you think eyes were not watching you at all times, you are stupider than I thought.” “What are we doing out here?” I looked around at where here was. “I am so glad you asked, this will be your new home.” He responded with arms wide open like he was showing me something grand. “Oh, and you won’t be escaping. Once I leave, this place will be rigged to blow if any of the windows or doors are tampered with. So, I wouldn’t try and escape. But just in case….” He smiled evilly and went to a closet. Inside he pulled out a fifty-foot log chain.

She looked at her husband, and he winked. “Viel is big now. Can we make his playmate, Sweetheart?” Vale said in mischief. Einille heartily laughed, “Why not! I would love that.” They giggled together. Yes, after all that happened. This was their beautiful escape. THE END

She was expecting Herbert to speak but Sly surprised her, as he uttered, "Dad may agree, but I'm not Santa Claus. I, Sylvester Norman, will make him pay," Sly's voice was icy. However, Veronica was not ready to give up. She looked for a weakness and found it. She felt exposed at how Herbert tricked her into admitting the truth but she wasn't ready to let Sly take revenge on Mr. Welbeck. "Don't you dare me Sly, or I will make you regret it, the same way I made Claudia," she threatened.

"Have you found out who attacked Cleo when we went down to the Coast?" " Yes Ryan her ex made calls. You've got competition." " Absolutely not." "He loves Cleo too. The people responsible were brought to book and she's safe." "Brent you're quiet is everything with you and Clara okay ?" " If you concider Juan Diego turning my son into Chelsea fan and my daughter wanting to change her name to Chelsea and sing. Clara sees him as a friend , I see red ." " That bad ?" "Not really ." " I'm popping the question . "

All I want for Christmas is you. Santa Claus November❤ Sometimes, I hate the fact that, that man is my boss, he commands everyone, everywhere, it gets tiring. I'm supposed to have a movie night with the girls but, look how he turned everything upside down. "By the way, Nov I told mumcy that you have this charity event thing that you have to go to and she said she had a dress and wanted to give it to you, but it always skipped her memory. She's having it sent tho" Nifise informed

I mumbled. Erica clutched her chest and gasped dramatically. “Okay? Vera, are you blind?” Before I could even defend myself, our manager’s loud voice cut through the office. “Let’s have dinner tonight to celebrate!” Cheers echoed throughout the room and everyone was buzzing with excitement. Some people clapped. Some people cheered. And some people stopped with their tracks. “Oh my god, Vera! Let’s go!” Erica beamed in excitement, grabbing my arm and bouncing it lightly.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.