Novel & Cerita From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Santanico

The Swiss police arrived within thirty minutes. Chloe stood on the terrace of Gideon's villa, watching the convoy of black vehicles wind their way up the mountain road. The setting sun had fully disappeared now, leaving behind a sky painted in deep purples and blues. The first stars were beginning to appear, tiny pinpricks of light in the vast darkness. The air was cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. It was beautiful, peaceful—the kind of night that made you forget, even for a moment, the horrors that had led you here.

GRACE'S POV Two hours into the night and Susan was on the better way to being drunk quicker than I expected. She was currently on the stage belting out a Luther Vandross song, the one about dancing with his father again. Yes, she was singing that with all her entirety. She wasn't the best singer, but she could hold a good enough note. Her performance was so moving, and drunk, that some people were legit in tears. They were also drunk, like her, so it wasn't totally abnormal. She was doing everything a singer would do at her concert.

The Calabrian sun was mild that morning, wrapped in soft clouds that dulled the heat but did nothing to quiet the cicadas in the olive groves around the Sanchiano estate. It had been five days since Donatello and De Marco’s death had occurred. Five days since blood had been spilled in Croatia, since the cries of vengeance had quieted in the echoing tunnels beneath a forgotten fortress. Now, there was only wind and ghosts. Talana walked the hallways of the Sanchiano villa like someone still caught between time zones, past, present, and a future she couldn’t yet touch. Her boots whispered across the marble, dark hair still damp from her shower, her eyes dull with exhaustion.

she pestered at them, but Angelito looked at her with lousy eyes. He is so sleepy. On the other hand, Denver is quietly listening to them. The Don is lethargic to get up by himself. However, Sunshine grabs her boyfriend by his ears. Dennis is aching to her burying nails on his skin. “Denver, gosh…. Please take care of that handsome Don. I need to take this bastard home,” Sunshine said, and then they’ve left. Angelito is so wasted because his hair is so messy, and his eyes are so sleepy as if they will close in a matter of seconds.

Dante “Are you insane?” I asked David, fuming. “What other option do you have?” David asked me, raising his shoulders indifferently. “We should leave, Dante,” Dominic said. “How dare you suggest I use Autumn as a bait to get to Don Silvanos?” I fired at David, ignoring Dominic. “Don Silvanos is an untouchable man. You are not going to get to him, I assure you,” David stated, still insisting on his suggestion.

“When?” Luca chuckled, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Tonight.” Bianca’s eyes lit up. “What happens tonight?” she asked, voice trembling with excitement. Luca kissed her forehead. “Calamity,” he whispered. “And Dante won’t even see the first blow.” *** Dante was in the study going over files a little after eight in the evening. Enzo was checking the security system. The house was alive with its usual evening rhythm until one sharp sound sliced through it.

Santino’s face eased back into levity. “Okay?” Dante asked him. He shrugged. “A chance to smoke multiple men in a minute. Do you know what that would do to my portfolio? I’d be breaking my own record.” “We should contact the pakhan now,” Grigori suggested as he rolled his eyes at Santino. He glanced at him vintage watch. “We only have ten minutes left to respond to him.”

“ You are right ! “ said Damian then smiled as he looked at the screen of the tv . “ Should we chose this movie ? “ asked Derrick . “ Sure ! “ said Damian . The two of them started to watch tv as they drank and enjoyed the taste of beer mixed with the happiness of love . Meanwhile at the Landar mansion , Antonio finally managed to put Angelo to sleep and relax his mother after and bandaging his hand and went to the balcony to drink some whiskey on his own to cool his head a little . His head was filled with the incident that happened today . He couldn’t get the image of Damian getting injured out of his head .

“I-Is this really happening? Is this for real?” I wanted to laugh at his face but I suddenly felt my tummy contracting. “Dummy! Just take me to the hospital!” I hissed. WE WERE ANXIOUSLY WAITING in front of the delivery room and I can’t stop my legs from shaking. Dawn was finally taken in after 5 hours of labor. Aunt was silently praying while Pops and Dusk were having a one-on-one talk. Dusk. I wouldn’t even know that she was there if this man called Shinichi didn’t approach me. He said that he saw me in the talk show before and was struck in awe when she saw Dawn. He told me that a woman named Sunset was living with him who looks exactly like her.

When she raised the knife again, I finally said in a cold and unwavering voice, “No matter what you do, we’re nothing but strangers now. “Even if you die right here in front of me, with the cameras as witnesses, it won’t matter to me!” Her eyes widened with despair, searching my face for even a flicker of emotion. However, there was nothing—not anger, not hatred, not even pity. Still unwilling to give up, she collapsed to her knees, clutching my leg like I was her last lifeline. Before she could speak again, Jasmine walked in. She took one glance at the scene and shot me an unreadable look. Then, she smirked.