Krista Santiago Novels & Stories

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

I let it. I let the wind ruin it. Let the sun lash my skin with the heat I’d hidden from behind curtains for too long. I slipped off my sandals. Let my feet sink into warm white sand. The grains clung between my toes. I closed my eyes. Breathed deep. And for a second, I wasn’t a prisoner in my family’s enemy’s house. I wasn’t Matteo Arriaga’s wife. I’m just Krystal Serrano. The girl from Cartagena who used to run barefoot along the coast, dancing under morning sunlight with wet clothes and a heart still hers.

They chose the chair near the blurry wall and Krysie called for Sanya's attention—her friend from before. "Krysie?!" Recognition filled Sanya's eyes that she almost jumped while walking towards them. "Oh my God, it's you!" "Yes, it's me. I miss you, Sanya!" She smiled widely. Sanya De Guzman is from the Philippines, the one who taught her about the word Kuya. She's kind and hardworking, sadly Krysie isn't hardworking as she is. "What's your order?" Sanya asked and turned her attention to Kaizer. She was stunned a bit, maybe it's because of his oozing handsome face. "And you, Atty. Knight?"

I said, and she nodded. “What do you work in?” Renata asked, taking me off guard. She looked me up and down and Diego tensed, glaring at his ex whose eyes were fixed on mine. “As far as I know, all schools end in the afternoon, so you can’t be a teacher. Companies finish working late afternoon too. Well, unless you’re a…” “I am a waitress.” I said, stopping the woman. She froze for a second before looking at Naya and letting out a mocking laugh, both women did. Luna Claudia glared at them, and Alpha Diego let out a low warning growl.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I advise. “I told you Adrian you can't change the past, don't continue to dwell and judge yourself based on what an immature selfish young you did. You're not that person anymore you've had growth you are just as miserable as Camilla all that puking you've been doing the dizziness you're just pathetic without her so be great again and get your Luna.” Santiago takes the bull by the horn hitting the damages all the way leaving no stones unturned.

Katrina gently spoke as she helped Crista to her feet. I watched as Katrina guided Crista with one hand while texting someone with the other. I’m assuming it’s her father or brother to update them. I hope they find Delilah quickly and whoever this Santi guy is dies more painfully than the bastard whose head Crista smashed like a watermelon.