Amy Santiago Novels & Stories

“No, don't say bad, Anthony is still a man no matter what, Give him a little face. A beautifully dressed woman came down and said as she walked down the stairs. Hearing this, Anthony could not help but look at the woman, slightly lifting the corner of her mouth. This woman is Sophia Sanchez, the One of the daughters of the Sanchez family. She is unique in appearance. She is a famous Gorgeous in Makati City and is Anthony's wife. "Give a face? What face would you give her! Then, we send her into our family just to have a child and compete on the family property. What happened? Five years later, he didn't even do anything! " Is he deserve Give face?!" Upon hearing this, Anthony was stunned, wi

Dana asked, noticing something strange in Maria's disposition. "I can't stay for dinner. I have to go back home, as you know. I am still supposed to control things around there." "That's right. So we will see another day." "We will. Take care, Mr. Hamilton." He could only nod as he watched Maria leave the house, then he turned to look at Dana. His expression was solid and skeptical. "She is the wife of the late Manuel Cruz? Why did you befriend her?" He asked his wife, believing that she was too stubborn to listen to his words.

“Did it happen to do with Caspian?” “You are being serious right now?” She asked, her eyes widening in surprise. I knew that she had a lot of work to tend to. And going back to the restaurant wasn’t something that I was going to stop her from doing, she wasn’t going to allow me if I tried to anyway. “Caspian is only a friend, Diego, that is all he will ever be,”

Santiago muttered. Santiago hates three kinds of people 'Thieves, liars and double-crossers.' the scumbag who has been stealing from him just signed himself a death warrant.

I needed to go back to being the sensible woman I used to be, but strangely, when I got into the black Nissan that would take us to the restaurant, I had the impression that sensibility had abandoned me the moment I arrived on Santiago Island. *** To my total surprise, Santiago was a married man. And very well married, to a nice young woman who, to my surprise, was of Brazilian origin. He also had a daughter. A little girl with caramel eyes and hair, dressed like a princess, who welcomed us with a sincere smile. From the look on Damien's face, he hadn't expected the Argentinian to meet us with his family either. I just didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I came here for you, didn't I?" Yaslyn shivered, but she quickly composed herself. "I don't know why you're here, but you really didn't have to come." Santiago's smile faltered slightly. "I'm here because I want to be. Don't worry about it." "That's for the best." Yaslyn picked up a cup of milk tea from the table and offered it to him. "Have some milk tea." "The first lady is indeed generous, even buying the most expensive milk tea," Santiago said, shaking the cup slightly. "It's a pity I don't like milk tea. I only drink coffee."

That’s when I spot Amber. She sits with her picture-perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her lips quirking into that smirk that makes me think of Paige—my sister, my tormentor, my constant reminder of what I’ll never be. Amber’s eyes meet mine, and her smirk deepens, a mocking laugh in disguise. Who are you going to eat with, lonely girl? My chest tightens. I grip my plate a little harder, wishing I could disappear. Just as I’m about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice calls out.

- I asked, trying to show authority. - Well, well, I'm just passing through. I've been coming here for many years to drink water. I know a secret passage, and the border guards never catch me. I saw you were crying. Don't you want to blurt out with this rogue? I will not judge you. What did I have to lose? - Everyone hates me in the pack, and my uncle can only pick me up within three weeks. - What's your name, little Wolf? - I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson.

She asked. “Sure. I'd love to meet her” Santiago said. Such a beautiful girl must have a mother that she took after. So smart and beautiful. “My mommy is beautiful and attractive. She's a medical doctor but you see,she doesn't have a boyfriend yet” Elsie informed wearily. She likes this uncle and wants him to be her friend. She wants to talk to this uncle more,but before she could say something else to him, Santiago came and said, “come” and locked palm with Adrian again.

"You're pathetic." Santiago didn't even look up from the black screen of his phone. The glass doors to the balcony were open. The Miami humidity crawled into the Rivera Manhattan Residence, thick and smelling of salt. I stood by the silk curtains, my face still hot from the scrubbing I’d given it in the bathroom. The Rivera women had looked at me like I was a cockroach they’d stepped on. Daniela’s story about the kid—Camila’s petty, cruel work—had stained me.