The Santa Clause Elf Bernard Novels & Stories

Nicole Ashanti understands why they are unable to love her as she deserves. Her sister, her identical twin sister, is constantly compared to her. She always understand and accept the unfair treatment. But, What if... A man, who she adores a lot, entered in the story but not in her life? The man she loves, is the boyfriend of her identical twin sister. She loves her twin very much. But what if... She felt tired all of a sudden? Is she will gonna accept the reality that she is a big loser in their family? When in fact, she did many sacrifices that only them, sisters, knows?

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not ra

In a world where Lycans reign, Sasha, born an Omega, faces a destiny entwined with betrayal, obsession, and dangerous secrets. Shunned after her father’s betrayal, she becomes the focus of Blake, the oldest Lycan Alpha, who harbors a perilous connection with her.As Sasha grapples with her submissive nature and the manipulative plans of Blake, she is thrust into a tumultuous journey of self-discovery. Faced with choices that challenge her programmed obedience, Sasha navigates war, encounters fairy realms, vampires, and witches. The more she learns about Blake’s family, the more she yearns to escape the life she unknowingly chose.Defying her Alpha, pack, and the goddess who shaped her fate, Sa

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to r

I am dying alone in a dark and damp mental asylum. At the same time, my parents are putting on a grand art exhibition for Jane Chamberlain, my sister, in a brilliant exhibition hall. Chase Lister, my boyfriend, is standing right next to her, applauding in celebration. It is supposed to be my achievement, as every piece within this exhibition hall is the product of my painstaking labor, but they now belong exclusively to Jane. I spend my whole life competing with Jane, only to end up with nothing. I open my eyes again and decide not to fight for anything anymore. I just want to live well on my own terms and take good care of myself.

Every story pushes deeper into the darkest taboos — stepfathers breeding their barely legal daughters, twins fucking each other raw, priests ruining virgins, mothers corrupted by their own sons, brides fucked on their wedding night by the wrong men, and families that no longer hide how much they crave each other’s bodies. No limits. No shame. No pulling back. Just pure, dripping, addictive filth that will leave you wet, guilty, and begging for the next sin. Once you open this book… there is no closing it. Welcome to your damnation. Which story will break you first?

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surve

"You can't have all three Alpha's to yourself." They said. I smirked and made All three mine. I never expected this transmigrating into the world of my favorite BL novel where I suddenly find myself in the shoes of a character caught between three hot, powerful alpha wolves. The original MC chose one—one out of the three. I always hated that. They were all perfect in their own right. Why should I choose just one when I can have them all? Now, in this new life, I’m determined to rewrite fate. No longer bound by the rules of the story I knew so well, I’m here to change the game. The three alphas. Cayden, Ryan, and Levi are mine to claim. I’m not going to let fate limit me to one. I’m goi

At three in the morning, my husband, Nolan Thomson, started talking in his sleep. "My baby, be good. Daddy's getting you and Mommy a new house tomorrow." I shot awake. We'd always used protection. What baby? I shoved his shoulder. "What did you just say?" He rolled over, eyes still shut. "Just a nightmare. Dreamed some client was chasing me over money." I didn't push it. In the dark, I grabbed his phone and unlocked it. Three months ago, there was a $50,000 transfer. [Down payment.] [Recipient: Kelsey Ward.] I searched her name. The first thing on her feed was an ultrasound photo. [Our little angel has been on the way. Daddy says we'll be living in a big house by the time you're h

I was three months pregnant when our enemies ambushed me on a private drive in Manhattan’s East Side. A bullet punched through the window. Glass buried itself in my shoulder. With the last bit of strength I had, I hit the Moretti family’s encrypted distress signal and called my husband, Adrian Moretti, for help. He didn’t come. Later, I found out he had pulled the Moretti family’s best trauma surgeon and security detail away that night to stay with his old flame, Evelyn Langdon. She had just lost her husband. She was carrying his child. She said a nightmare had left her gasping for air. I lost our baby in the emergency room. When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Evelyn’s new post. [Some