The Santa Clause Elf Bernard Novels & Stories

he said warmly as he stepped inside, snow melting slowly from the shoulders of his dark coat. His voice hit me like a physical blow. It was the same voice I had heard every night for the past year. “Merry Christmas!” my mother answered immediately, smiling as she moved toward him. My father grinned, pulling Patrick into a brief one-armed hug. “About time you got here.” His voice was smooth and familiar enough to make my stomach twist instantly. He was tall, with broad shoulders, filling the doorway with effortless presence. And those eyes. God. I recognized them instantly even before he smiled politely at my father.

“I cannot believe you actually wrote that.” “He asked for details.” He said matter of factly. Elena leaned against my shoulder, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “You really sent that? And Bernard accepted it?” She shook her head. “He really has to be some kind of special,” she was laughing so hard her words were barely audible. That only made Darren laugh harder. “I almost feel sorry for him.” “No, you don’t,” Elena managed between breaths. “No,” Darren admitted. “Not even a little.”

" Mary, that's what the guide is for…” " Will I be able to hold it? " I questioned before accepting. " We're talking about a Corgi, not a Saint Bernard," he teased. " You should get one," I teased, walking calmly beside him, "It would be more compatible with your size.” " You're afraid of Libby and you want me to get a Saint Bernard? " He smiled, walking with his hands in his pockets. " I would definitely go back to my father's house” I laughed “At least the cat is only crazy when he's not sleeping, and he spends most of his time sleeping.”

Rose smiled to Carlo, Rolf’s hand appearing from the bathroom to take the clothes she held out "the pudding is in the fridge with the rest of the food and drinks. Santa should be at the park down the road later. Do you have your gift for him, Lee?" "I made a bauble with his name on it" Lee rushed to the tree to point it out "it has a little Santa and Korvin, see?" He ran over to the tree to pluck it down and come back to show us a man in a white cloak, with spikes coming out of his deformed head. A white blob with black feet was beside him, with smoke lines coming off him. "It's hard to draw with glitter pens, but I'm sure he'll like it" Lee beamed.

Athos kissed her on the temple as he moved to get his still unopened Santa present. “I need my blanket so I can take a nap and the little elves under the age of eighteen can pick up the mess.”

not getting what was funny. “A white elf???” She asked. “That’s not what it’s called?” He asked her, genuinely confused. Then again.. how the fuck did he know. It wasn’t like he normally participated in Christmas parties. “No…” she said, laughing now. “It’s a dirty Santa gift. Or some people call it a white elephant. But for sure not an elf..” Quinn grinned. “Well. I was close.” He said. “You were absolutely miles and miles away..” she argued. “But anyway. You actually don’t have to go get that.” She told him.

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

Her sickly sweet voice taunted. "Hey elf girl, my little brother wanted a toy for Christmas last year. He was very disappointed when your sugar daddy Santa didn't show up." Livia giggled. Livia was convinced that I was an elf because of my pointy ears and rather short height of 4'9. I couldn't possibly be. Because elves don't exist. At least not in this world. "Always wondered why she constantly looks so tired, now I know. Aurora likes humping on an old man's cock for hours. Next time at least give him a break to drop those gifts for the kids." Becka's nasal laugh gritted my bones.

he grins, "but I was expecting jeans and a tee-shirt...." Charlotte is dressed in brilliant green trimmed with fur, her foxy hair in sharp contrast to the colour, along with jewellery and shoes in a similar contrasting shade. She could have stepped from the set of a nineteen-fifties Hollywood musical and looks like some sort of Christmas Elf, if Santa had the kind of helpers that gave him gritted teeth and a raging hard. She smiles widely as I step out of the car, gathering her into my arms, my mouth open over hers, before I remember myself and step back to allow James a bit closer.

Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what. Charlotte was obsessed with handsome men. She'd been attracted by Elwin at first glance and chose to follow him without hesitation. In our previous life, in order to prevent me from challenging her for Elwin, she'd said to me with all seriousness, "You're taller than me, Minnie. That wolfman looks like a better match for you in terms of stature. He'll take good care of you." After our reincarnation, she switched up her lines. "I've never seen such a handsome man, Minnie. This pointy-eared man must be one of the elves of l