Krista Santiago Novels & Stories

Raphael says. "Wow, Thankyou!" Trisha says. "You are preparing for JAMB right?" Christopher asks facing Alexandra. She looks at him for a second. "Are you talking to me?" Alexandra asks. "Yeah?" Christopher asks with a questionable look. "And I don't see how it affects you, " Alexandra replies, grabbing everyone's attention. "That's because I love your type. They look strong outside but soft inside. Like a coconut!" Christopher says making almost everyone burst into laughter. Except Rapheal who chuckled. Alexandra had this blank look. While Ana didn't smile.

I can see you're here with someone," She gave a sly smile and shifted her gaze back to Martin. "Let me guess, one of your mistresses? I thought you turned a new leaf," She scoffed. A frown appeared on Caitlyn's face. 'Who the hell does she think she is to talk to me like I'm nothing?" Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but Martin beat her to it. "Well, Veronica," He started, slipped his hand around Caitlyn's waist, and pulled her close, startling her in the process. "This woman here is my fiance, not one of my mistresses. I dropped that attitude in the past I wish to never return to."

Though Marty heard it clearly, he wanted to hear again. “I love you too, Marty Jacobs,” Cassandra said and giggled. “I didn’t hear it clearly and I want you to look at me when you say those words.” Cassandra rolled her eyes and looked at Marty “I said, I love you, Marty Jacobs.” Marty was overjoyed “I love you too, Cassandra Mendez” Cassandra frowned. "What were you frowning about?" Marty laughed. “That’s my stage name, Christine Ledesma is my real name.” “I love you, Christine Ledesma.” said Marty. He rested his forehead on Cassandra’s forehead and the tip of their nose touched.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

"Scarlett." ******

the girl said again and Cristina smile. " Oh my apologies let me introduce myself, I'm Cristina Ema Lane and I'm Mr Shane's friend " she said and the girl nodded look at the shirt she was wearing " Im Priya Erikis "she said and Cristina smile " you can come inside Priya" she said and move to the side allowing Priya to walk in, When Dave saw Priya he frown and look at Cristina who didn't look bothered by Priya 's present " Why are you here" Dave asked her in a stern voice and Cristina look at him with a raised eyebrow and he ignored her

DIANE I can't believe these two weirdos are about to argue in my presence right now. “Really Dante?” Crystal starts. “Are you blind or do you need me to chant the list?,” she begins counting her fingers, “One, Priya is so full of herself and so fucking bitchy. Two, she's also a great liar and a cheat. Three, she also annoys the shit out of me whenever she messes with my stuff if I'm not around the house. Four, she never, ever, accepts that she can be wrong, especially when she is always wrong! Would you like me to go on Dante? Huh?!”

Crista introduced herself to Carla. "So, you're the Willona that Ms. Yao keeps praising all the time! I never imagined it would be you." Carla stared at her intently. Those two long years changed Crista so much. She now looked more mature, confident, and charming. However, Carla had been obsessing over William for the past two years, and in turn, the stress had deteriorated her beauty, both physically and mentally Crista shook her head. "I haven't graduated yet. I'm sure Ms. Yao is just exaggerating, Ms. Yao, I don't think I'm qualified to go to A City and be in charge of our cooperation with the Ding Group," she said to Carsie.

Smithers asked. "Krista Jean Hill, August 16, 1993 in Fresno, California," Krista replied. "Do you recognize anyone in this room, Miss Hill?" Mr. Smithers asked. "You, Susan, the two FBI agents; none of the others," Krista replied. "Can you tell us how you came to know...Susan?" Mr. Smithers asked. "I was spending six months in Manaus, Brazil on a photojournalism assignment to chronicle the life of an MMA fighter recovering from and coming back from a knockout loss," Krista replied.

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.