The Santa Clause Elf Bernard Novels & Stories

If she did not know that Ranfik had a thing for her true self, this awkward sensation would almost make Hesper believe that he had taken a fancy to her new identity. Shaking her head, Hesper casually brushed her hair with a pen and tucked it behind her ear. Ranfik continued with his response, "As Master Bernard has regained power within the Bernards, his most beloved granddaughter, Caroline Bernard’s, birthday is around the corner, and it just so happens to be in time for Christmas, so the island is quite lively recently." ‘Caroline Bernard?’

My eyes almost bulged out from the socket, “Whoa! Hold up, she is not our…” “What I meant to say, sir, that miss Hunt was a new person that came into this join pack of werewolves. She is the human missus.” Said Bernard with a firm tone. “I can’t ever win with you, seriously.” Gruntled myself while I look at him enjoying the cigarette. Not long after, Bernard throw the half lit cig into the lake, his eyes looking straight at me, “Sir, I think Sir Elm is screaming!” Bernard have the sharpest hearing from all of us, I knew right away that something was wrong.

“You’re always giving at Christmas. It’s time someone gave back.” She moved in closer, and Matt didn’t try to back away as he stared at her in awe. “My bastard elf hasn’t touched me in weeks. Will you touch me, Santa?”

A second later, Eleanor moved after him. “Bernard!” He didn’t stop. His steps were steady, unhurried, like he hadn’t even heard her. “Bernard!” This time, he halted. Slowly, he turned. “What, Eleanor?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with impatience. “What is it?” She closed the gap between them. “Salima?” she said. “Really? You’re going to see Salima?” Bernard didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he answered. “I’m going to see her. Is there a problem?”

Everyone all cheered for them. He brought out a box and handed it to Mira, it was covered with a red fabric which she impatiently opened. And when she saw a cage and a beautiful puppy inside, she hugged Santa with tears in her eyes. It was a black Russian terrier. Mira had always wanted to own one since she first saw them on television but with our budget back in Itbayat, I didn’t get to buy her a puppy like that before. Tonight, Santa Claus had made her wish come true.

'' Father , i bought Stella and her new comrade with me '' said Lisa . The elder elf had white hair long and skinny body wearing a cape and coat. '' Long time no see , father '' saying this Stella bowed her head . '' OH Stella it's been a while since you came here the last time '' said the elder elf . '' I knw but thsi time i bought someone along with me ''' said she . '' Is this the one you are with , but why does he seem like human though and also smell like one ?'' he asked raising one eyebrow .

I hope the sight of his fluffy white beard won’t scare her. “Hi there, sweet Clementine! Would you like to come sit on Santa’s lap?” he asks, extending his large, welcoming hands toward her. To my surprise, she immediately reaches for him, maybe she knows it is her dad beneath the costume… and I allow him to lift her, gently placing her on his leg. I step aside to give them space for the photo. “Smile, Teeny!” Once the picture is snapped, he gives her a slight bounce, his voice taking on a softer, warmer tone. “So, teeny Clementine, all dressed up like a Christmas princess… don’t you just look adorable?”

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!"

Someone was calling as Edward found his gadget ringing. “Boss, could you come over to the office today?” Bernard was calling. Edward puffed and unplugged his computer. “What’s happening?” He made his voice lower. He heard a deep sigh from there, he could sense that Bernard was facing something important that needed Edward’s involvement physically there. “About your Grandpa, Boss!” Edward sneaked out from the room where he was absorbed of working on some paperwork. He saw Elena was watching something on television. He remembered they should go to the clinic and visited Fortune, a puddle dog that he saved.

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.