Amy Santiago Novels & Stories

My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I. I am a writer, I've never published a book before, but I'm working on it, right now I work at the local restaurant, it's just me, the owner and three other girls, and then the kitchen workers, that's it. It's Wednesday evening and my shift just ended, I took off my maroon apron, waved bye to Aaron, the owner, took a pastry off the counter, showed it to Aaron, who just smiled and winked, I left the restaurant, and started my ten minute walk home, on the way I saw Geoffrey, a homeless man

Moving on to her second, she inquired, "Mr. Asmo, who are you to Maria?" Asmo was taken aback by the question. What kind of question was that supposed to be? He attempted to discern the woman's underlying motive. What was the purpose of this sensitive question? He had to respond, but he needed to be cautious. Sister Cassandra didn't seem like the type to quiz people for mere pleasure. Asmo endeavored to delve into her mindset. She possessed mental strength, but he identified a vulnerability. Sister Cassandra was a zealous woman of God, yet she also bore great pride. This pride in her accomplishments and the orphanage was ungodly enough for Asmo to catch a glimpse of her soul.

Amy Collier burst into tears, hugging Rachel West, who was in agony on the bed, and cried, "How can I save you, Rachel West, how can I save you?" "James Smith, it hurts, it hurts" "James Smith?" Amy Collier hurriedly wiped away tears, crying and laughing, "Yes, I will go to James Smith, he is so rich, he should definitely be able to ask the best doctor to see you." "Rachel West, hold on and wait for me."

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Susan asked, perplexed. She observed everyone whilst still looking at the photo in her hand, unable to comprehend who this girl could be, who looked just like herself at that age, until she stopped at Santiago, who said: "I don't want you to fall ill, Susan! But the girl you're looking at there, that's Isabella, our daughter!" Santiago explained, still kneeling before her.

I marched out like a programmed toy and followed him from behind. Unlike the previous day, the hall was sparsely filled and Santiago wasn't in sight. I filled my plate with the braised prawns and yam cake and nibbled at it. "I want to go there. Let me be!" Santiago's daughter suddenly smacked her handler and wheeled herself away from her table. What a spoilt brat! I thought and continued to munch down my food. Her handler carried the unfinished food and ran after Santiago's daughter as she wheeled herself energetically towards me.

I take deep breaths while I loosen my tie and open some of my shirt’s buttons. What is it Dakota? Will you tell me now? I ask him. Impatience surfaces on my skin. She is here. I can sense her. I want to feel her. I want to touch her. I want- Her? Who are you talking about? Our mate, Ryan. Our precious mate. Mate?

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

“ you know you acted really smart to save the love of your life , you put me in jail , forever , I had seved 5 years , five fucking years for a crime , you know I never committed “ Amelia whispered going more closer to him till they were both starting at tech other . “Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so