Sana Twice Novels & Stories

“You put whatever you need to on there to make it happen tonight.” The man responded, “Tonight! Then another $1000.00.” “Ok,” he laughed, knowing the man was taking advantage of him. “Two hours, ok?” “Yes, yes, you come back in two hours,” he said smiling and swiping the credit card. Jason grabbed my hand and said, “I’m starving, are you ready for that lasagna?” “Yes,” I laughed as we walked out and back to my condo. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

Saanvi asked like she doesn't know anything Sana laughed by her pretending and said "Okay, Okay, let's go and have fun" Saanvi loves amusement parks a lot, she used to come once a month before, she stopped thinking about Austin and ran holding Sana's hand, Sana was afraid of rides she never dares to come to amusement parks before, she used to sit in a corner whenever she came with Saanvi.

“I just wanted to check on my old friend. I was just thinking about you, so I decided to give you a quick buzz“ I said still in my casual tone. She remained silent, she wasn't buying my bait, so I figured she wanted me to state my business and the main reason for my calling “I just need you to return that favor you owe me,” I said lifting the suspense and letting that cat out of the bag. Another episode of silence followed my words. “What do you want Chloe because you helped me in the past, shouldn't be the reason you would use me like I am some sort of tool,” Serena said with her voice echoing through the phone line.

-------------------------------------------------------------- At the subway station, a dainty girl in a striped grey jumper squeezed past the commuters and hurriedly boarded the train. As expected, the carriage was bustling with a vast number of commuters travelling to the city and she struggled in locating an empty seat. The puerile and innocuous Janny was not used to the speedy and hectic life in City N. It was extremely distinct from the slow and peaceful life in City S! Janny ended up receiving a few pushes by the rushing passengers, before falling directly on a seat and bruising her bottom!

she whimpers. "There was no need to cry," Sana says in a blank tone. She tries to clean her tears and continues sobbing. "Sorry," she mumbles. "I don't know how I missed it. I'll not repeat this" "You'll not get several chances here," sana replies as sadness fills her voice. "I promise it won't happen again," she says. I feel a kind of weakness towards her broken voice, her swollen eyes and definitely her delicate behaviour. I find it annoying but still she's making me look at her carefully every time.

Once the cheers die down, Samantha gets up. “Since we’re all making announcements, Gin and I are expecting...Twins. I’m two months pregnant!” “Wow, that’s great, Sam!” “Two kids at once, oh your poor cooch.” “Kenya, shut up!” Santana shouts as she wipes her tears. “Congrats, guys. You’ll love being parents.” Zayne walks over kisses me. I look at him and smile. “Really, gin?” Quentin scowls. “What?” Gin asks, confused.

And the next day Sania received a wireless transfer of two millions. What was the conversation about? What did Sania do to earn such a huge income?

The connection snapped, but not before understanding took root. A voice echoed through the void, low and resonant, threaded with something almost like amusement. “So,” it murmured, dark and melancholic, “you are stronger than I thought.” The tone shifted, not anger. Not frustration. Caution. “The second attempt,” the voice continued softly, “will not be so simple.” The connection faded. Back in Fiato, Mia exhaled and finally turned to face the twins. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I felt it, I couldn’t let it breach further.”

The red numbers indicating his personal bank valuations had stopped spinning, frozen solid beneath a thick white text box: Assets Restricted by Federal Registry. "The compliance freeze cleared through Geneva twenty minutes ago, sir," the driver said quietly, not looking back through the partition. "Vance Sterling’s legal teams didn't just target the local accounts. They tied the patent signatures to our European maritime shell companies. We cannot move a single dollar out of Switzerland."