The Santa Clause Elf Bernard Novels & Stories

Bernard stood from his seat as soon as he heard the news, his eyes wide with excitement. “Are you saying that Thomas brought one of the goods to Kindness Clinic?” “Yes!” “That’s great!” Bernard said excitedly, “As long as there’s one more left, then it’s enough to keep at least some of the important people with us. As for the minor characters, just leave them behind.” “Shall we go grab her from Kindness Clinic right now, Brother?” Silvester inquired.

As if he could read her mind, he answered her silent questions at once… "I picked them up from the basement parking, right after you threw them out from your car. I just happened to be there at that time. I also chose to make these my Christmas angels this year. So, no matter what you decide regarding us, I'm still taking care of MY KIDS for this holiday season. That means they'll be expecting more presents from me and that's because of these angels," he explained with his sweet, charming smile in full force. And once again, she melted…

" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF" "Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa’s village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa’s workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

She released him. "We'll keep looking," she said. She looked into his eyes but they were fixed on something behind her, wide as a full moon. She turned and froze. Their dead elf was rising to his feet, broken bones snapping back into place. His cut healed. He gazed at them with the eyes Violet had hoped to never see again. The same hollow nothingness in the soul Curzon had dragged back to the land of the living at the masquerade ball. "Storm's name, he's giving them bodies," she murmured, stepping back.

I warned, in case she was sent to change my mind. “And what's wrong with Bernard?" Ruby asked, arms crossed, leaning against the doorway. “Bernard is a snake. You know he is a drug trafficker pretending to be a honest businessman?" A look of shock passed through her eyes, and she waved it away. "He hides it well. He's never caught. And for all I know, he's the most eligible bachelor in Sicily. And he is rich too. And handsome. And he is going to protect you from Luca De Santo.”

“Don’t touch her!” Bernard turned away from Isa and began to walk towards him. He stood there for a moment considering the man when a thought popped into his head. He turned back towards Isa, causing Mateo’s eyes to go wide. Bernard nodded at his man who stepped over to the cot against one of the walls and grabbed a long bullwhip. “No! Please!” He begged, watching as he handed it to Bernard. “It seems Daddy over there won’t cooperate unless he’s forced to.” He said, grinning at the young woman. “Isa, how old are you?”

She is ecstatic and rushes into the kitchen to show everyone. "Look!" Elvira is jumping up and down. "Look, granny! Santa gave me a unicorn! I love it so much! I'm going to name him Mr. Fluffers, and no one else can ride him but me! He is only mine! And we will get a stable—" "Yes, honey," my mother rolls her eyes with a playful smile tugging on her old lips. She is turning grey. "You will get all of those things..." I watch my mother pick up Elvira with warm affection in my chest. They hug and kiss each other, and I struggle to get up from the floor, grateful when Finn rushes in to help me.

After thirty minutes of waiting, they soon met the now infamous Bernard. "O-M-G LOOK AT YOU TWO! YOU LOOK FABULOUS!" shrieked a man running inside. Calling him a colorful soul would definitely be appropriate. Bernard rushed towards the girls excitedly. He was wearing a bright pink cowboy hat with black trimming and a star buckle in the center, bright green lei was draped around his neck, a leopard print vest with no under shirt, and a pair of croc shoes...

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

bernard. "Hi Mr.bernard." I said stretching out my hand for a handshake. "Hi Mr.Bernard." Dexter greeted as he replied him. Mr.Bernard should be about 45 years of age, he is pretty rich also, he invested in our company not too long ago. He came closer to me as he touched my waist and rubbed it. "You have pretty change huh? Just few months after I met you." He said with a very low voice. I wasn't comfortable at all.