Amy Santiago Novels & Stories

“Dante…” “I want you to look at our mother, and see how much she struggled for all of us” I said, stopping my sister “I want you to look her in the eye, and notice the exhaustion she has in them to work three jobs alongside Aunt Gabriella, to support you, me, and Leonardo. I want you to look at these two women who had three children in their arms as two men, if I call them that, chose to leave us all without a dime to support us. These two women, our mother, and our aunt, were forced to sell whatever it was they had with them, whether it was diamonds, gold, or clothes to buy you diapers, or to pay for a place for us to sleep in without being left to rot on the streets”

he replied with a dull expression. “What if they aren't able to complete it,” Diana asked “ Then they shall be banished from the pack and will be considered as Rogues, it is the law, there's nothing I can do about it ”Theon replied, Diana, nodded and said, “ Yes, My king, I understand ” *** Five days later … Amaria and her allies finally reached Oake - the capital of Ashmael and the largest town in Ashmael. They walked through the path without being noticed, it was like the people around there couldn't care less about who they were.

He said, and I could not believe my luck. "Thank you." I said and sat on the passenger seat. As I watched us leave Redcape behind, my heart filled with joy. I never imagined that I would leave that place alive. I closed my eyes and thanked the goddess for what she had done for me. Hopefully, this will be the last of it. "I am Ebenezer Jenkins. What's your name?" He asked, and I knew I could not tell him my real name. "Annika Petrov," I said, and he smiled.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

She said in disgust and I've had enough of her behavior. "Look missy, you can't just come here and act like you own the place. If you meet a stranger where you're going, respect them." I said, trying to knock some sense into her. "You seriously don't know who I am, you cheap slut. I am Martha, Santiago's lover. And I demand to know why you are in this house and in my boyfriend's clothes." She yelled angrily and I finally understood. She is Santiago's daddy pant woman. I just rolled my eyes and sighed. "Santiago and I have been good friends since I can remember before you even came into the picture."

She replied as the attendant nodded and helped her into the car to sit next to where Santiago lay. She held his hand as the door closed while she blamed herself constantly for what happened, "If only I didn't start a fight with Beatrice" She muttered praying that nothing happens to Santiago but who exactly could she pray to. Both the moon goddess and the sun goddess don't like people that will answer her prayers at all. If didn't take long before the ambulance arrived at the hospital, And Santiago was taken out and rolled into the hospital, as the took him directly to the emergency room.

“I’m sorry, what?” “You heard me the first time,” Santiago sounded indifferent, almost curt. “I know you’re probably wondering how many times I must’ve hit on her, given how lovely she looks and all. But I can categorically state that Isabella Mercedes is officially into women.” Lola shook her head. She had so many questions. “Mercedes?” Santiago nodded, still fixed on his book. “Yup. I don’t know if that’s her real name, and I couldn’t care less.”

Santiago shared his journey: the stories he’d broken, the threats he’d faced, the truths he’d uncovered. “You were always the most brilliant person I knew,” he said. “But you were also the loneliest.” Celeste looked away. “I didn’t know how to be anything else.” Santiago reached for her hand. “You still can.” The night. They walked through the city, past neon lights and quiet alleys. Santiago told her about a village he’d visited in Mindoro, where fishermen lived without electricity but shared everything. Celeste listened, her heart aching with a longing she couldn’t name.

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.

"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."