Amy Santiago Novels & Stories

She asked. Damian simply nodded. He got out of the car, not letting go of Amelia's hand. Amelia followed Damian without a word. She looks at their hands that were intertwined before feeling herself blush. 'He's still holding it' she thought to herself. Both of them entered a store that seemed extravagant that only serves the top elite. A girl who was wearing a uniform with a pin on her chest that says 'manager', immediately recognizes Damian as she walks towards them. "Good morning. Welcome to our store. You must be Mr. Castillo. I'm the manager and I will be assisting you today" the girl introduced herself with a smile.

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

Maya said, puffing the invisible chest out. “What kindness is Miss Maya talking about?” Ashton asked. “Of you saving me!” Maya said. “Don’t worry, I can cook, I can clean. I can do practically everything so you won’t be at a loss if you marry me. Plus I don’t have a mate.” Maya said. “And where did you hear from that I’m the one who saved you?” Ashton asked. His eyes shone with a teasing light. “Ooh, it wasn’t you? I just had the feeling. Maybe my intuition is not right.”

Ellaine accelerated in order to catch up with her. “Why are you here?” Margarette asked her with worry spread over her face. “I want my box back!” “There’s no way you can retrieve it!” “There’s no way I would lose it!” In the end, Margarette gave in. “Suit yourself.” The older woman led her to the bridge which boarders Dela Paz and Malaban. Ellaine remembered Aunt Caroline’s story about Hazel and Jonathan’s daily ritual of just sitting there with contentment. The sun had just set and the surroundings were just so dark that Ellaine found it difficult to run. The bridge was deserted and the air was cool against the skin. People were probably inside their houses eating supper or already tucked

I continue with my eating, making sure I don’t waste the delicious food. “If I may ask, what’s that stone for anyway? It has to be so important that you have to kidnap me and hold me ransom.” I wipe my mouth with a napkin as I set the rest of the wasting utensils away. Santino stares at his brother, and Maximo nods his head. “We are not from here, Samantha.” “Duh…” “No, you don’t get it,” Maximo cuts me off. “We are not from here, meaning earth.”

He approached Santiago, forcing a smile through his pain. “Hey, champ! How are you feeling?” To his surprise, Santiago spoke for the first time, asking, “Where's Alana?” Santiago asked faintly, his voice barely audible. Ricardo's heart skipped a beat. Santiago had never spoken before, and now he was asking for Alana, the woman who had left them. “Is mom here?” Santiago asked again, Ricardo was still recovering from the shock. He stared at Santiago blankly. Chloe looked just as perplexed as Ricardo. Santiago asked again, this time calling Alana “mom.” Ricardo's emotions overwhelmed him, and he smiled through tears, telling Santiago to rest. As he left the room, Chloe followed, concerned.

She insisted that I didn’t need to do it, but I did it, either way, I was used to not depending on anyone. “I can do this much, Amanda. I’m not a rich spoiled kid, raised with money. I helped my mom to make our pack strong. I knew how to value people and I don’t like to show off.” I said as I kept my plates in the sink and rinsed it with some water despite her telling me not to. “Oh Miss, you’re so sweet.” She sighed and looked appreciated and happy to be around me.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

*heart heart* ~~ Maria thought she could, that it'd be as easy as saying her own name, she already practiced it over and over in her head. 'Your double is my nemesis from Spain,' she'd say, 'he has no good intentions and he is an irresponsible jerk who hit me and saw nothing wrong with it. He also tried to kill my dreams, so please, protect me from all of this. Shelter me.' And he'd pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Then he'd swear never to leave her side. It was easy, like ABC but now it felt like saying it backward, there was no right way to go about it and there could be too many mistakes, one mistake meant destabilizing the whole of the process, everything they had. She wanted t

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.