Novel & Cerita Deimos X Sanford

Zoey. Deimon sighed and answered reluctantly. "What is it, Zoey? I'm taking the day off. I just had the biggest day of my life." "Sorry to disturb you sir. Congratulations on your ascension. But it's urgent. It's Sanders, requesting the procedure to sign the—" "Put me through to Sanders. Now!" Deimon boomed. Sanders came on the line. "Sanders, you realize what day it is?" "Of course, sir," Sanders replied "the day to officiate our accord. We don't have much time and—"

I avoid his gaze entirely, and he laughs. “ Hello, Santino!” Ethan’s voice comes from the small device. “ Hello Ethan, how is the search going?” Santino asks, sounding all carefree, even though his face remains stoic. His shifts his gaze and his sapphire lock with mine for a moment. My lips part as I breathe out through my lips. Santino’s eyes briefly shift to my lips, he licks his, and they shift back to capture mine.

“The door was the last thing on my mind when all I could think about was you.” My blush deepens, and I look anywhere but at him, suddenly feeling shy.“Ugh, you’re impossible.” Clearing my throat, I meet his gaze again. "Be serious for a second, Elijah! Someone could have walked in on us." He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Relax, Piper. No one has access to this floor. Not the Ladies of the Court, not even Serena. Only Ryder and me.” He smirks. “And Ryder won’t be back anytime soon. He’s stuck with Zoe at the clinic, looking after her and their unborn children.”

"You look... bright." "Thanks!" Deja said cheerfully. "I was going for 'visual warning sign.' You know, in case Dominique's allergic to bad decisions and glitter." She sauntered over to the bar setup, poured herself a generous margarita, and surveyed the room. About a dozen people from Sandersen Beach Products were scattered around, all wearing variations of expensive casual wear in earth tones. They looked like a Patagonia catalog come to life. "Miss. Moreau," said a woman with a severe gray bob, approaching her. "I'm Dr. Finch, head of product development at Sandersen. Your father speaks highly of your innovative approach to marketing."

Meanwhile, two streets away from the clinic, Trenton blocked someone's path in a narrow alley. If Felix had been there, he'd have instantly recognized the strange man as Deimos. "Well, well, if it isn't Trenton. I was wondering who'd been stalking me," Deimos said. Trenton felt his skin crawl. Dealing with Deimos's flirty act was the last thing he wanted—it made his stomach turn. "Deimos, go back and tell Ms. Yuna that Felix is off-limits. This goes against the agreement. If Mr. Chapman hears about it, you know the price you'll pay."

DEOS is a tool to manipulate reality… And whoever wins the war gets to use this power to bend this reality of this world. Niru then sneaked in Mount Miragin to read the actual book and met Lux fierre who’s memory is already erased into blankness. ‘’Father! I am glad you’re safe! I was so worried about you!’’ ‘’?? Who are you?’’ ‘’I’m Niru… Don’t you remember me? You told me you wanted me to be your child…’’ ‘’I remember nothing in any of what you just said.’’ ‘’But…’’

"I think i like them already. But their performance will determine if they will continue here or not cus we aren't here for unserious students" "I'm number 501?" Sandra exclaimed. "It means that day will be grand.. I'm afraid of crowd, I have stage fright "Jasmine said sadly "Don't worry..it will be okay" Sandra said and they both walk pass desmond but sandra took few steps back and looked at desmond again, "It's you from the hospital" Sandra said, pointing at Desmond "Wow , do you want to school here too?" Sandra asked again and desmond nodded slowly "Then It means its destiny" Sandra said and made to touch desmond but Jenny held her hands

Date = 28 April Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center) POV - Enrique Deimos saunters to the basket, squinting at the cakes like they’re the answers to the universe. “Must we pick what we WANT it to be or what we THINK it is?” “What you think it is,” Mel says, her voice perfectly calm, perfectly judgmental. Deimos settles on a pink one, mumbling something about statistics, “Previous generation was more boys, so the next must be more girls, right?”

Lucian nodded, “where do they have her?” “Philadelphia.” “Great, what do we have to do?” Drago glanced at him, “if there is anything you are most famous of Lucian, is the fact that you take what you want in a house that is crowded with people and still won’t be spotted. I don’t need the loving Lucian now, I need El Diablo.”

My cold body, blood staining the white snow red and Deimos hugging me tightly, crying as the crowd swallows him up. Despite how good the bachelorette was, I'm delighted to be back home. A part of me misses Deimos these days and from the smile he gives me, I can tell he misses me too. He's working with Matilda and a few other people I know are organizers for the wedding.