Ane Santos Novels & Stories

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

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.”

Jack nodded and reached for a handshake, "Yes, if I recall, that was a very admirable speech on people helping people. It's a delight to see you again, Mr. Santos. I'm Jack Gibson. You said you work for Odyssey?" "Work is an understatement," Brian chuckled, "This man is a powerhouse." Andrea chimed in, "Yes, don't be so coy, Mr. Santos." She then turned to the group, and Miguel dreaded what was coming next: "Mr. Santos is the CEO of Odyssey Enterprises." The words slipped from her lips as if she were gloating on his behalf. He wanted to smash his head into a brick wall.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

The sound of guitar effect distortion is again ear-splitting. It was the act of Santos, the lead guitarist. His real name is Sani. He is one of the most talented guitarists in Surabaya. He could have played the speed metal genre of guitarists Yngwie Malmsteen, Dave Mustaine, Marty Friedman, and Kiko. The last three names were once part of Megadeth. However, Santos is idealistic with resistance. It's not wrong, as far as I know, Santos is a former activist. Rage Against the Machine is his favorite band. He is about the same age as Cole and Big K. He is simple, knowledgeable, and gives advice.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”