Ane Santos Novels & Stories

Get high tonight and every other thing that follows becomes painless. ***** Sophia's POV I sat on the bed while waiting for Gabriel to come out of the room where he keeps his sex tools. He seemed very mad at me earlier for daring to disobey him. He had me promise him that I would stop stripping, I disobeyed him tonight and he is very furious. my hand subconsciously ran through all the fading scars on my body, he enjoys wild sex and can go to the very extreme to fulfill his ecstasy. My mind drifted back to what Cassandra had said about Erica having a son for Damian.

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 "

Philip said. "I would like to thank you all for attending my sixtieth birthday party! I would like to thank my beautiful wife for her support and I would like to thank my son, Philip Cruz for his hard work, and also, my sweet handsome son, Henry. They have been there for me, so please appreciate them for me and enjoy yourselves!" Manuel said and everyone applauded cheerfully. "You guys should talk together, I have to talk to your father." Dr. Mathew said as he walked toward Manuel.

“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.

I know that was what he was looking for but I was wise enough to think straight with my head, not with my emotions. “ It has been a pleasure to see you again.” I patted his back, giving it a tight squeeze and walked away. “ SEBASTIAN SANTOS,” I stopped in my tracks when Kante said the name behind me. “ SEBASTIAN SANTOS…” I repeated the name in my head. I turned to look at Kante,he had that look from five years ago when he was about to spill blood. “ Does that name ring a bell in your mind?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

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.