Novel & Cerita Ane Santos

It was always cold here. I quickly turned on the heater and sighed in relief. I hit the car at high speed as I watched the road pass by. I was in my pack’s territory. My Saturn pack was the neighboring pack of the twilight pack so it didn’t take me long enough to reach my destination. The SATAN VILLA of alpha GERALD FOREST.

Kruz said. Nelle stopped speaking. Instead, she glared at Santos opposite her. “Santos, do you think we’ll agree to that?” Kruz asked. “I think you will,” Santos laughed and replied. At the same time, his energy skyrocketed, and it was even stronger than earlier. It reached the peak of mid-Infinity Rank and was close to late Infinity Rank. Kruz and Nelle looked at the slovenly old man not far away. ‘He was hiding his strength?’

Then, almost in passing, the article included this paragraph: “Rumor has it that Miguel Santos’ younger brother Antonio will also be in attendance. Antonio is the owner of multiple reputable —and not so reputable— exclusive strip clubs across Europe. Unfortunately, sources say that Antonio’s ever-recluse baby mama Daisy will not be in attendance, citing the need to attend a long-awaited family reunion on the West Coast the same day.” What. the. F&&k.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

He said with a smile. I nodded at him and continued eating. This isn't the first time that Ashton went to visit the Philippines, this is probably the third time. The last time he went their, he talked about how kind and how hardworking the Filipinos are. He also learned how to cook a dish called Chicken adobo and darn, it tasted so good especially with freshly cut pineapples on it.

Instead, the door burst open behind me, and I turned, gasping in relief. “Santos,” I whispered. He strolled in like he owned the place, flanked by two of his men. “Well, well,” he said, eyes raking over Rose. “I gotta say, I like you. Sexy and fierce. Dangerous combo.” Rose didn’t lower the gun. Santos raised his hands playfully. “Easy now. I’m not here to ruin the party. But we need a word with our friend here.” He turned to me. “No offense, Benny boy, but I need a private chat.”

I wasss wronggggg🎶 -Beyoncé/ destiny’s child Capri was good at throwing subliminal shots, these Song fired without her talking directly to him. Just as she expected he would leave without another word. Door slams! She changed the playlist as upset as she was, she was on the mend. She took the road to hit him where it hurts now she needed to be picked up. The only way for that was to listen to gospel music and pray to God for guidance and a peace of mind.

Deonta'e's voice slices through the oppressive silence, drawing my gaze to the head of the table where he sits, to my right. To his left, across from me, sits Amara. A small, enigmatic smile graces her features, but she remains silent. It's almost painful to witness. My eyes flit briefly down the row of faces on Amara's side, gathering what information I can in mere moments. I recognize the man beside her from the courtroom, his dark hair a stark contrast to his light brown eyes. The woman next to him bears a striking resemblance—undoubtedly his wife. Their distinct features lead me to conclude that this must be Alphonso Santos, head of the Santos Ring.