In the deeply personal enchanting novel Daddy lied about Santa Claus the story revolves around serious journey from innocent belief to a transformative revelation. From his tender years, zeals father spins tales of a beloved Santa's nice list eagerly obeys his parents and excels academically all in hope of receiving gifts from the holy old man. Meanwhile zeal's Best friend Ezra, burdened by the harsh reality of his parents tumultuous relationship seeks solace in the idea of Santa..,
My name is Zeal, and as a young child between the ages of 3 and 9, Christmas was a time of sheer enchantment and magic. My family wholeheartedly embraced the spirit of the season, and my father, in particular, was the master storyteller who spun the most captivating tales, especially about Santa Claus. Every year, as the festive season drew near, he would regale me with stories that filled my heart with wonder and excitement, making the countdown to Christmas Eve an eagerly anticipated adventure.
Our family's Christmas preparations would start weeks before the actual day. My parents, both bustling with enthusiasm, would decorate our home from top to bottom, adorning every corner with twinkling lights, colorful baubles, and a majestic tree that reached for the ceiling. The scent of freshly baked gingerbread cookies would waft through the air, and I would spend countless hours with my mother, decorating them with icing and sprinkles, our laughter blending with the joyous melodies of Christmas carols.
But the highlight of the season was undoubtedly the tales my father would weave about Santa Claus. As the fire crackled in the hearth, and the winter winds howled outside, my father would gather me close and begin his enchanting narratives. His eyes would sparkle with a childlike glee, and his voice would take on a theatrical quality, transporting me to a world where anything was possible.
He would tell me stories of Santa's home in the North Pole, nestled amidst a winter wonderland of glistening snow and frosted landscapes. His workshop, he said, was a sight to behold, filled with merry elves who toiled day and night, crafting toys and gifts for children all around the world. I could almost hear the faint echoes of their cheerful laughter and the rhythmic tapping of their tiny hammers as they brought magic to life.
My father's stories painted Santa Claus as a wise, benevolent figure with a heart as warm as the fire before us. He would describe Santa's sleigh, a magnificent creation pulled by a team of reindeer, led by the legendary Rudolph with his glowing red nose. On Christmas Eve, Santa would harness his reindeer and embark on a journey that spanned the entire globe, delivering gifts to deserving children.
I would listen in awe as my father described how Santa would visit every home, regardless of how remote or hidden it might be. He would magically slide down chimneys with his sack of gifts, leaving presents beneath the tree for children who had been good all year long. My imagination would run wild with images of Santa's rosy cheeks, his hearty laughter, and the twinkle in his eye as he spread joy and merriment throughout the world.
My belief in Santa Claus was unshakeable, and each year, I would pen heartfelt letters to him, expressing my gratitude for his generosity and sharing my Christmas wishes. My parents would help me address the letters to the North Pole, and with hopeful hearts, we would send them off, trusting that they would reach Santa in time.
On Christmas Eve, I would eagerly prepare for Santa's arrival, leaving out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk as a token of my appreciation. The excitement would keep me wide awake, as I would listen intently for the sound of sleigh bells or the soft thud of reindeer hooves on our rooftop. But it seemed that the magic of Christmas worked its wonders, for despite my anticipation, I would eventually drift off to sleep, dreaming of Santa and his extraordinary journey.
As I grew older, the magic of Santa Claus began to take on a different form. While I started to understand the logistics behind the beloved figure, the essence of his story remained unchanged-the spirit of giving, the joy of spreading love and kindness, and the belief in something greater than ourselves. The lessons my father imparted through those enchanting tales have stayed with me throughout my life, shaping my values and reminding me of the true meaning of Christmas.
To this day, I hold those cherished memories close to my heart, and every Christmas season, as the lights twinkle and the carols fill the air, I am transported back to those magical evenings by the hearth, listening to my father's stories. And in those moments, I am filled with gratitude-for the love of my family, for the wonder of the season, and for the enduring magic of believing in Santa Claus.
Kali's story is a heartbreaking account of the impact of irresponsible parenting and continuous pampering. As a child, Kali stole a bicycle, and instead of correcting him, his mother helped him hide the evidence. This set a pattern of complicity and lack of accountability. He later stole money, and his mother encouraged him to spend it, further reinforcing his belief that he could get away with anything. A significant turning point came when Kali stole a competition result, leading to an argument with his father and his departure. His mother's misguided support deepened his sense of entitlement and a lack of consequences. As he grew older, Kali's troubled teenage years transformed him into a malformed man, making poor choices without a moral compass. Despite the pain caused by his mother's negligence, Kali forgives her, acknowledging his own responsibility. He wishes for his letter to reach parents worldwide, emphasizing the vital role of education and responsible parenting in shaping individuals. Kali's story serves as a poignant reminder of the consequences of bad parenting and spoiling. It highlights the importance of discipline, guidance, and correction in a child's upbringing, urging parents to prioritize education and moral development to prevent the path of self-destruction that Kali experienced.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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