San Vs Santa Novels & Stories

“Somewhere that teaches you to look without looking. Embassy clubs. Private floors. Or someone who used to be something like us.” Stacey looked at the card. The ghost’s embossed grin caught the light. “Either way,” she said, “she’s a door.” PORTSIDE — 15:47 P.M. The river had the colour of old coins. Cranes moved in long, slow gestures like patient predators. Lisa parked the van behind a row of shipping containers the colour of rusted hope. Don screwed his camera to the tripod and set the aperture like a ritual. “Vessel San Medardo just cleared customs,” Ty said. “Two containers flagged: numbers ending 4-1-7 and 9-0-3. Our Colombians.”

She knew how Sane easily got scared that was why she was so good at scaring him. Not to mention that the tomb that he was looking at a while ago was really scary as is. "The S in Sane stands for scared," she said, grinning. "The R in Haniel stands for respect," he said before making a face. She nodded, smiling before grinning once more. She walked beside him before dropping her gaze to look at the tomb. "Why were you even staring at it? You looked so serious, it was really funny. If you've only seen your face!" she said, giggling.

I just don’t know if things will work out the same way for me. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I turn when I hear a knock. My heart speeds up at the possibility of who it could be. Excitement thrums through me as I approach the door. Santana’s standing before me, looking nervous. Her eyes widen as they roam over my half-naked frame. I try not to smirk when her face flushes and her eyes devour my muscled shoulders and toned abs. A groan threatens to escape my lips when she bites her lip and huskily whispers. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” I shake my head, trying to keep a cool demeanor, but it’s hard to remain attached when my body is ready for her attention. “It’s okay, San. Are

The transition into a late Sunday occurs with a heavy finality. Isaac Corres struggled with the reality of parting from Santiago Vega after their weekend sanctuary of skin and scent. The drive toward San Antonio International Airport felt like a countdown to an ending. Santiago considered begging Isaac to abandon his life and follow him to California, knowing his pro career was drifting that way, but the words remained lodged in his throat.

I laugh out loud! Vanessa: You wish! Sanz: Damn it. I thought my chocolate brown skin and good Samoan looks finally got the best of you. Vanessa: Charming! Vanessa: I do need to talk to you, Sanz, on a serious note. Sanz: You all good? Vanessa: I'll explain everything when we see one another. Sanz: I was about to go out for some ribs. Do you want to join me? Vanessa: Okay.

Samantha As agreed, dinner has been set, and the only one left to arrive is Maximo. Santino and I quietly wait for him, while at the same time, I try not to stare at Santino too much. He looks so sexy today in a four-piece suit and freshly styled hair. He looks like the ultimate perfectionist I know him to be. “I miss my brother. Can I get a chance to talk to him?” Santino’s eyes rise from the phone in his hands to look at my face. Our eyes meet, and he appears to be as bored as ever.

“Not yet… Only one real job possibility, in California.” “California?” Meghan asked, pausing. Why were the three of them looking at her like that? “Yes… San Diego.” “San Diego is so expensive,” Anna said. “And there are earthquakes,” Harper joined in. “It is a little far away…” Meghan added and forced a smile. Starlight glanced at each of them, surprised by their immediate objections. “Maybe the job will pay really well. And, yes, there are earthquakes occasionally, but Montana has a very harsh and long winter. And there are airplanes, Megs… San Diego would be a great place to visit.”

Oh, happy fucking night! We had Santana in the bag. Formidable partners Miguel Angel and Javier Hernandez were two of the biggest sharks in the corporate ocean, specifically Santana Corporation, a conglomerate with far-reaching influence beyond Mexico and California. Getting them on the hook had been easier than I thought. A compelling, strategic proposal, a few sweeteners, and…done. A solid handshake to seal the multi-billion-dollar deal. The alliance of the Mexican corporation with the Bratva was going to revolutionize the entire industry, and in anticipation of yielding unprecedented profits and promising substantial expansion, the men had worked the hardest to close this deal. I knew we

. Cruz!" Spencer reciprocated the greeting to the old man who immediately noticed that he was staring at the girl. "It's good that you accepted my invitation to come here, Mr. Vilavide." Mr. Turan. Cruz simultaneously placed his palm in front of Spencer. He reached out his hand and then shook hands with the old man. "I like your offer proposal to 'kin Mr. Cruz so I meant to come here." Spencer replied with a sharp look and sarcastic smile. Mr. suddenly laughed. Cruz who seemed to like Spencer's straightforwardness. "That's good to hear Mr. Vilavide. Well who is this beautiful woman with you now Mr. Vilavide?" The old man asked as he immediately turned his gaze to River as if watching from he

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”