Ane Santos Novels & Stories

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“He’s resting. The shift was rough.” “Bucho’s gift…so you were there the whole time?” He guided me to the couch and I curled up on the corner. Going into the kitchen, he started pulling out items. “I wouldn’t say that necessarily. Nasir and I were one in the same. Unlike where we are separate…separate souls, we just became one. I was him and he was me. Bucho just separated our souls again.” I had the glass of water in my hands. “Was that the pacts fault? Did I…?”

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

Fabio made his way toward Santos, who was now frantically trying to understand what was happening. Santos’ eyes widened as he spotted Fabio advancing through the chaos. “You!” he shouted, his voice dripping with anger and surprise. “You dare betray me?” Fabio’s expression was cold, his resolve unshakable. “It’s over, Santos. Your reign of terror ends tonight.” Santos drew his gun, but Fabio was faster. He fired a precise shot, hitting Santos in the shoulder. The cartel boss staggered, but his defiance was evident as he tried to raise his weapon again.

I got up and was ready for a fight. She didn't stop though. She ran towards me and hugged me. She hugged me? I push her off of me and I was about to slash her but she moved back. "I'm so sorry!!! I didn't-well I didn't-1 DIDNT MEAN TO SCARE YOU!!" She says while covering her mouth up with her hands and jumping slightly. She tries so hard not to smile but it's to big. I bring my eyebrows together and step back. Her eyes grow big. "Oh my god! You probably think I'm some crazy person! My name is Janet. I'm Zilex's mate. Alcanders Beta." She squeals.

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.