Amy Santiago Novels & Stories

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

Santiago turned to her, irritation flashing across his face. “And why do you think you're worth enough to join this conversation?” Ashley squared her shoulders. “You want to talk about Michael, you talk to me too because I’m not letting you or anyone else hurt him again.” Santiago laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “You really are everything they said you were. The FBI little angel.”

SAGE “This is the contract you both go through it before signing and remember I’m doing this for your interest. But you must know that you try and make things work. The man can not call it quiet but rather the woman. Sage, I’m being very precise because I know how obstinate you tend to be but you know better than to defy me” she states in a warning tone narrowing her stare at me to which I shrugged.

Santiago smiled and said, "No one has ever been able to control me. Mom, I'm full. Excuse me while I head out for a walk." In fact, Santiago did not eat much. He just had an egg and a bowl of porridge. Jenna wanted to tell him to eat more, but she did not dare to say it. Santiago put on his jacket and walked towards the door. He walked out the door and stood outside for a while. Jenna did not dare to go out. She stood at the door with tears streaming down her face as she watched Santiago walk under the fallen leaves. She could not help but keep wiping her tears away.

He intentionally left Julia alone with Santiago. "So, you're the one named Julia Estelle?" Santiago patted the surface of the sofa beside him. He gestured for Julia to sit next to him. "Yes, Mr. Santiago. I'm Julia." "Oh my. No need to be too formal. You can call me Santiago to make it more friendly." "Okay, Santiago." Santiago seemed to relax his shoulders. He sat more casually than before. "I heard from Arrow that you're a highly accomplished model. Are you interested in becoming the ambassador for my brand?"

All the people she could rely on were going to be fighting at the same time. The coach started rattling out the names of the expert fighters, and at the fifth name, her opponent, the coach paused. She looked over at Coach Baxter and saw the glee on his face as he said the last name. “Alpha Ezekiel Michelson.” She would have heard a pin drop in the arena if her head wasn’t swimming so much. Zeke stepped in, larger than life, but she could see two of him. And then three. The whistle blew. And that was the last thing she remembered before retching her guts out on the ring mat and then passing out in her own vomit.

"You okay?" "Nothing," Isaac whispered, eyes wide. "He just... he gave me a nickname." "He likes you," Santiago murmured back. It was true. Isaac was a natural with the boy, his patience and warmth radiating through the small space. Santiago felt a heavy weight in his gut. A move to the West Coast meant endless flights, brutal practice schedules, and constant travel. There wouldn't be room for a mate.

Dinner was the same as breakfast. She shuffled in the bed, trying to find the best position to sleep. It was hard to let sleep take over when millions of thoughts were going through her mind. She finally surrendered and walked up. She got her phone silently and sat back on the bed. She entered the sight Sima had sent her a week ago. Sima was her and her brother’s Indian friend. She was a sweet Indian woman in her mid thirties. They had met her in the library they go to every weekend and had been seeing her there every time. They gave her the nickname Simba. Sima had travelled back to her country a couple of days ago to visit her mother. She lived in America with her husband and children but

Anyone can love someone who loves him or her back after all. Meanwhile she tried to distract herself by working out just where David was taking her in the car. Alice has never been very good with directions. However, she tries to follow the route that David is driving through. She is sure that they have never gone this way before. She doesn’t do a very good job of keeping track and, before she knows it, they are going through back roads out of the city and are heading into a heavily wooded area.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said