Ane Santos Novels & Stories

He said while he cocked his head to the side. "Alpha Alcander. The most powerful. Most ruthless, and most feared Alpha. You have no mercy on anyone." He said while he shook a little, and jumped when Alcander hand clamped around his shoulder. "The most feared." He turned around and gave me a wicked smile. I glared at him while my fist closed at my sides.

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.

“Marcus is dead.” There was a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “That’s what you thought.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Who are you?” I demanded. “My name is Santos,” he replied calmly. “I’m a private investigator.” “Hired by who?” “Someone who wants to bring hell to your doorstep.” I stepped back and looked through the peephole. He was tall. Clean-cut. Dressed in a dark suit like he belonged in courtrooms and boardrooms. He stood casually, hands in his pockets, completely relaxed.

a another loud applause followed, “Paolo Conan of Hardcross and Hummel Grant from Hasbroros.” Justin grunted. “—and presenting the award, we welcome Justin Santiago of SAN limited to the stage.” He froze.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

Santos 'Oh for Goddess's sake! How did that man escape?' Santos thought the harpies had almost dispatched of the Midnight pack, and he was silently congratulating himself on not having to use the demons at his disposal. When along came hurricane Ethan, doubling Elena's magic, and now Santos was watching as she lay waste to his fighters.

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It perplexes me to see her here of all places because it's unlikely she can afford it, but my thought was interrupted when I noticed her arm clinging to an elderly man who was waiting for her. My brow furrowed as I noticed her arm clinging to the older gentleman, and if I'm not mistaken, she's with Henry Cervantes, a well-known businessman not only in the Philippines but around the world, considered to be one of the richest men in the world. "It's no wonder I didn't see her in that place," I mumbled. I was surprised when I felt a tap on my shoulder, and then I realized that I was still with someone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Santiago, but what were you saying?" He asked, his voice sorrowful, as if exp

There’s a wistfulness in my voice that I can’t help. Dr. Santos stares at me for a long time before answering. “The best, Miss Kinlock. Captar is the best of men.” He places the penlight in his bag and removes a card. “I will leave you now.” He hands it to me. “Do not hesitate to call me if you have headaches or your shoulder does not improve.” “Thank you, Dr. Santos.” “You are most welcome, Miss Kinlock.”