Ane Santos 소설 & 이야기

it was nice,just that this wasn't the right time for that care. " okay,if you say so. Don't forget to drop by the house when you are free. You can also bring him with you." Mr Santos said teasingly. " Him?" asked a puzzled Martina. " Yes, him. Your future husband." Mr Santos said. " Huh!" Martina said dumbfounded. She didn't understand what her father was talking about and from her last investigation,her twin sister was single and not in any relationship, so who was this he?

“It is a pleasure meeting you, and thank you Mr.…?” “Oh, mi amor, call me Donatello” he said, smiling at me “this is my eldest son, Donato” “A pleasure meeting the both of you” I said, politely. I looked at Nathan who was frowning, kissing his jawline to catch his attention, making him smile. His eyes met mine and he leaned in, kissing my temple. “Ah, protective about your little beauty” Donatello taunted, clearly noticing that he pressed a button. I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently.

The general extended his hand to the woman. Aranjo stared with wide eyes at the figure of the man called the General. It was the figure of Vulcan, the God of Fire. Did God also undergo trials in the mortal world because of him? If so, then their soul mate just got here. Because the Emperor had already made sure that the man who went through the ordeal of love with her, would no longer have a soul mate bond in the next life or in the celestial realm. Aranjo is also upset with that God of Fire. Everything that happens to him is more or less because of that God.

My heart felt like it was suffocating under the weight of guilt. "How could I have been enjoying luxury at the expense of the masses?" I sobbed. If I wanted to seek closure, I needed to know the truth about my father's deeds. "Tell me everything!" I cried out. Grace sighed, her voice measured. "Santos was a renowned scientist in Elton, seeking ways to improve lives. People admired him greatly. He focused on potions, weapons, and medicines to ensure a comfortable life for all." She paused, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Given the rules that kept our wolf forms recessive, Santos claimed to have a cure to make werewolves transform more easily. The Council was overjoyed and invited him to join

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

“Fabian. Fabian Montero.” I nodded my head, committing his name into memory. “Now, this doesn't have to take much of our time. I'm sure you’re a busy man, aren't you?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked from his men to the hand on his shoulder and nodded. “Excellent. Fabian, where is Santos?” I asked in a controlled voice. “And don't tell me you don't know because that would cost you an ear.” “I haven't spoken to him today,” he said shakily.

She shook her head. “You know I'm hot.” He winked. “Don't lie to yourself.” If ‘hot’ was a person, then it's definitely Santos. He is an embodiment of perfection. A god.

Shouldn’t that be three saints Tres Santos? Funny Are you wondering why a kidnapped girl isn’t having fearful thoughts? I’m wondering the same thing too. I’ve been here for three days, and haven’t taken a bath since I was kidnapped because I had been tied down. My arm had been hurting badly since the second day. Carlos, Juan and Luis Dos Santos. Her kidnappers and the most gorgeous men Reyna had met in her whole life. Not like she had met that many men.

He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus. Across from him stood some ten people, six men and four women with the same antennae features. If one observed closely they would also notice on the back of their hands the same tattoo as on the white beard young man's. "We all know each other here, countless times we have worked together. I have abandoned the name of my cowardly father and become Pure. Together, Purity and I have served Primal and we will continue to do so even in the face of this seemingly impassable chasm." He paused, looking around the group of ten, his eyes looking directly into theirs. They all sta