From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico Novels & Stories

"You called my private line at three in the morning because a stray dog crawled into a warehouse? Shoot him and throw him in the river, Santino. Don't waste my time." "Sir, you don't understand," Santino pressed, his breath hitching over the static. "He knows the old clearance protocols. He gave us a code phrase that hasn't been used in over ten years. He said if I didn't bring you to him tonight, the Russo family would bleed from the inside out. He’s... he’s hurt bad, Don Dominic. You need to get down here." The line went dead.

"But mother, I hate it in that dimension... All those fools treat me like a commoner" "Now Now my darling, don't you have your plaything... That boy... " "Ethan?!?" "Yes" "Oh Mother... Look at the time, I must leave" "Don't forget your Mission my beautiful daughter... We will be taking over Sorania with a storm" (Evil laughter) "Now Go" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Standing up, he stumbled to the door and opened it. “Gracious me, Lucian, you are not dressed yet?” Antonio asked, baffled as he pushed past him and entered the room. Lucian glanced at his wristwatch and surprised to see that he had been asleep for straight six hours. How possible? He wondered, that is the longest he had slept in two years without being jerked awake by a bad dream. He glanced at who was still sitting on the sofa and smiling softly at what Antonio said and he wondered how long she had been sitting there. “I don’t have anything to wear,” he heard her say followed by Antonio’s exclamation.

Santigo leaned back in his chair, the flickering light casting long shadows across the room. His smile stretched wider, full of mockery and malice, as his gaze shifted lazily between Danial, Pavan, and Crystal. "Took you long enough," he drawled, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "I was almost about to start another session with Kuro, but you arrived on time. Tsk tsk, what a pity."

My pussy, wait not even my pussy, that thing can't fit my mouth. “ You can stop staring now, Samantha!” Maximo shouts before he smirks at me. Santino however, marches forward, one foot in front of the other. I look around. “ Don't even think about it or I will burn you alive!” Maximo yells. Santino in all his naked glory makes it near me and I can't control my eyes. Near, it looks even more huge than it did where he was standing. My jaw drops. “ Try what you did again, and I will let you fall to your death,” He growls, his sapphire eyes chilling me down. His voice is sharper than any edge, and I can feel it cutting me down.

Santo seized the opportunity, flanking them from the side and delivering precise shots that eliminated the threat. Their path forward was fraught with danger as they navigated through the mansion's labyrinthine corridors. Rico led the way, his senses sharp as he detected movement ahead. They encountered a fortified door guarded by two heavily armed sentries. Without hesitation, Rico lobbed a smoke grenade, filling the hallway with thick gray mist that obscured their movements. Amidst the confusion, Santo and Rico launched a coordinated assault. Rico charged forward, his knife slashing through the smoke to take down one guard in a swift, silent motion. Santo followed closely behind, firing hi

RHETT Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

Another blade flashed in the dim light, and Sergio felt himself being stabbed again, the pain coursing through his body like liquid fire. His legs buckled, but they held him firmly, refusing to let him fall. Finally, Mr. Santos stepped in front of him and looked him over. "I have been waiting for this moment my whole life, Don Sergio De Niro." Then, he turned to his men. "Take him away!"

Santoro stated in a low grunt, making me shiver as I spat the excess of spit from my mouth before glaring his way, avoiding looking at Mama in the process. “We have things to discuss before then,” Ventura reminded him, allowing me to visibly relax for once since I stepped through the door. “Fine.” Santoro replied before his eyes met mine. “I’ll have you soon enough.” He told me as his tongue circled around his lips. I fūcking hate him with everything I have. I need to be strong though or they will continue to torment me. I just need to stay clear from them until I kill them or find a way out. If I make it out, I’ll return to kill them all though. No one messes with a Blanco and lives to tell

A large mirror appeared in front of me. I was pinned in a hidden corner behind it. The sounds started quickly. Two figures tumbled onto the bed. Serena tore open Ethan's white shirt. "Come on, let me see if you still have those abs. I've been dying for this." Ethan glanced at me through the mirror, then turned back to Serena. "You know I'm not Caleb. You never give me much time. Two days from now you won't be mine anymore. So tonight, can we pretend this is our wedding night?"