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.
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
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."