From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico Romane & Geschichten

Sol collapsed to the ground, his body limp, allowing the Enforcers to take him away. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind. It was over. Completely over. Three days later, the Temple of Judgment delivered its verdict. Sol was stripped of his status as the God of Dawn, demoted to a mortal, and cast into the Well of Reincarnation to suffer through a hundred cycles of rebirth. In every life, he would experience the pain of being betrayed and abandoned until all his sins were atoned for. Overnight, the once high-and-mighty God of Dawn became a mortal about to endure the suffering of reincarnation.

The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Naples smelled of rust, saltwater, and blood. Neutral ground, they called it. But there was nothing neutral about the way Vittorio De Santis stared at them from across the long metal table. Luca stood tall, one hand resting possessively on Adrian’s lower back. Adrian stayed slightly behind him, heart hammering, but his chin was high. He could still feel Luca’s cum slowly leaking from his body — a secret reminder of their morning fuck before they left.

I could feel Marco’s stare burning into my back, could feel every guard in the room holding their breath. “You think disappearing made you free?” he continued. “It only made you interesting.” Dante struggled to stand, his face contorting in agony as he forced his body to obey. "You... will touch... nothing," he rasped, his voice vibrating with a lethal promise. "Careful, Dad," Antonio mocked, taking another step closer. "Don't tear your stitches. It would be a shame if you died before I got to show you what a real Romano Don looks like."

He looked weary. "I am a stalker, Matteo," I said quietly. "That’s how I got her." Matteo chuckled and dropped into the seat across the aisle. "True but you got the girl and the shipping routes not a bad deal for a Tuesday." "Is the team good?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "Dante is asleep in the back with his laptop like a teddy bear," Matteo reported. "Sloane is trying to teach Bianca how to play poker, and Bianca is currently losing her earrings, morale is high."

DIANA The terrace lights flickered weakly as I fought sleep, staring out the window. Cold wind whispered through the leaves. Down below, Rocco stood still. Domenico yawned beside him. "I'm heading home," Domenico said. "Nothing's going to happen at this hour. The little devil's probably asleep by now." He glanced up, and I pulled back into the shadows of the curtains. "I'll stay," Rocco replied. "Extra coverage." Domenico patted Rocco's shoulder.

“Vampire or not, I still need you to train!” The two of them have a staring contest for a while before Dawn gives up and picks up one pair of heels in there and wears them. When Xio and her went to the other rural area, next to Canagan, the one they’ve been to substitute in their forest trip, they watched a movie there and Dawn saw how things like that work. When she finished she stood up straight and faced Kritisha. Now, she’s a bit taller than her. “Oh. I’m surprised you know how to wear that one, I thought I needed to emphasize each item for you.”

“Ah? It’s okay. It’s already getting dark. I’m worried about you going home by yourself.” Seeing that she couldn’t make him give up on the idea, she finally relented. “Okay. Then I’ll have to bother you then.” “Oh.. It’s not a bother at all!” He grinned. “Let’s go..” “Dawn, bring this with you.. Maybe your mama and lola will like these..” Nita handed her a few packed dishes and desserts. “Thank you..” Giancarlo walked beside Dawn as they headed to Salcedo’s Residence.

Fucking Sierra Jane is messing with my mind and turning me on just by thinking of last night. I can't believe myself, I am late and totally left everyone hanging when I was the one suggesting everyone not to party hard or drink too much before the performance and final session and here I am the only one who have drunk too much, the fucking hangover killing me and top of that to fuck Sierra, though I not regretting it one bit.

His voice was so smooth and clear, it was mesmerizing that I almost melted. "How rude of us! Allow us to introduce ourselves first," stated the she-centaur. "My name is Dalisay. I am an Anggitay; half woman, half horse. My blessing to you is a horse's stamina and speed. Who will accept this blessing?" she continued. Without a second thought, I shoved Lowan in front of her. "Understood," Dalisay said as she bent down and touched Lowan's forehead with her pearly white horn. Her horn emitted a radiant glow that enveloped Lowan for a few seconds until his body absorbed it.

"Clean up this filthy mess and hunt down the shameless trespasser on my territory!" Spencer shouted orders still shrouded in darkness and slowly walked away from his men. After Spencer entered his small office, he immediately wiped his hands with a handkerchief because of the blood splattered on it. Then he took a wine and a glass and poured it and sat in his swivel chair and leaned back. "D*mn this f*ck*ng life!"