Novel & Cerita Weird Santa Claus

Devian looked at them discontentedly before replying, "No mom" It seems like he's saying that "mom why do you both always enter in a wrong time!" "You both carry on!" Papa Lyle pulled back mama Lyle, inside. ... Here's a question for you... Who's the second Male Lead role in the story?. (a) Robert (b) Roger Willis (c) a mysterious man whose name hasn't been mentioned (d) there's no second male lead Do comment ♥♥♥

weird guy : who knows what intentions you have me : listen mister I already told you it's an accident not intentionally happened weird guy : such an attention seeker me : what the hell you said who wants your bloody attention I will burn myself alive instead to get your attention, huh attention my foot weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead

I feel an arm go round my waist and I'm pulled to sit on Damien's legs. "Now, you Mrs Forrest, has been a very naughty girl lately" he whispers in my ear and I feel a smile creep up on my face. "What are you going to do about it Santa?" I hum. "I might just have a special candy for you to suck on" He smirks and I chuckle before pulling his face for a kiss. His hands go to squeeze my bum making me smile against his kiss. We pull apart grinning, when we noticed a small figure standing by the corner. We both turn to see Roxy looking at us with his eyes wide opened. I bite on my lips. We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

==Olivia== I was rational; I knew that. As a child, I didn’t buy the idea that Santa Claus existed. It was just pure nonsense, I’d thought. There was no way in the world that an old heavily bearded man would ride through the skies with his reindeer and go on to distribute presents to kids. It was just too good to be true.

It's just his champion trophy standing high enough to blind them all, and he's about to make it shinier. "Hey K! My favorite out of all my favorites! How long has it been? I see you left the authorities some shock when they found out that you're alive, how's avoiding the polices? Any tripping or almost getting caught?" Mr. Christmas let out his usual annoying Santa Claus laugh while rubbing the bottom of his paunch. "Highly enjoyable, Christmas, you should try doing it sometimes." He sarcastically replied to the bald man that even made him laugh more. "You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in

“It’s not a wanted poster. And it’s been over ten years! You two only recognized me because you see me all the time. No one else will notice.” The line moves again, and when it’s our turn, Aisha and I go up to Santa together. “Oh, ho, ho! What lovely children! Are you siblings?” The man in the red suit picks us up and sits us on his lap. “No, our siblings are dating.” Aisha points at them, and James waves while trying to hide Brianna from view. “So, have you been good children?” “Yes,” says Aisha. “The best,” I add. Except for when I prank Dad or hide to scare Mom, but I won’t tell Santa that. I want to eat cookies with him, but if he doesn’t bring gifts, he won’t come through the chimney.

Katia moved to sit on the step and continued to giggle, “Oh yeah? What about Santa Claus? Where did he move?” With a look of horror he answered, “Well, you see, my dear niece, Santa is a lesser god, but a god all the same. So, he packed up Mrs. Claus, the reindeer, and all of them damn elves, moved the whole shebang to the god realm. Now we have elves and reindeer running around everywhere creating chaos.” “See what I mean, Uncle, even that little joke taught me something. You just taught me that Santa was a god. Uranus does the same thing when he is here. Why? It is not like I will ever see anyone again or interact with anyone again.” She explained.

he whispers, shaking his head with a flustered gaze. “Santa Claus,” I retort sarcastically. “You thought I was joking when I told you I wasn’t the Lisa you knew before. If I haven’t told you enough, then here you go again: that old Lisa is dead and buried, six feet under, and she’s currently burning in hell for being so fucking dumb and gullible.”