Santana Glee Quotes Novels & Stories

I was savoring the taste while having a good companion to go with it. "But seriously Lori, since you know I'm rich it means that you can maintain your lifestyle. I'll support you. That's me being your sugar daddy, in return of your companion." I laughed hearing his words. "Sorry it's one thing hearing Adriana said Sugar Daddy, but hearing you stating so, it's like a kink you know. Mm...do you have a kink that I should know about?" My face paled, making him laughed hard at me. There were some glances, that were thrown at us. He said that he haven't laughed this loud in years.

I mumble carelessly. Mouth gaping open, Santana takes a step back and whispers. “That was my brother, you asshole. The police called him because our parents just died.” Guilt washes over me at her words. Before I can say a word, she grabs her things and walks out the door. Collecting myself, I follow behind her. “Santana! Wait!” But she ignores me and widens her stride. Thankfully, I’m taller than her and can reach her before she makes it too far. “Don’t touch me!” She slaps my hand away with a deadly glare. Holding my hands up, I take a step back and evenly reply. “Fuck! I’m sorry. Let me give you a ride.” Eyes blazing with rage, Santana shakes her head. “Go to hell!” But she soon loses her

said Santos in his heart and began to fall. "How can you still be stubborn? Or do you want me to kill you all ? I honestly don't matter if that's what I have to do," Athes said to Santos. Santos is in a state of doubt between wanting to give up without a fight or he will run out of strength and die in this place right now. "Insolent" Said Santos in his heart. "I give up Ahhhhhhh" Said Santos. Looks shocked on the faces of the audience and the hosts and the referee.

"I'm dressed up as Daenerys Targaryen." Santiago starts to laugh at me. "Calm down Conte," he takes a sip of his drink. "It's not that deep." I laugh nervously. "Sorry, I get easily get excited." Santiago grins at me. "Is that so?" "Yes." I say but then I quickly realize how that must have sounded. "Oh my God!" I cover my face with my hands as Santiago starts to laugh again. "I didn't mean it like that." "Hey," he removes my hands from my face. "I'm not judging."

Murmurs of confusion. I shake my head, my amusement melting. “Oh, you poor, clueless souls.” My voice drips with pity. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow. “Your so-called ‘Alpha Santa’—the one granting your wishes, giving you gifts, ensuring your survival?” I slowly lift my hand and point directly at Elijah, who stands rigid, his expression unreadable. “That’s him.” The crowd freezes. Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it.

The concealer under her eyes was wiped off, the dark circles there holding a weariness that went deeper than skin. “Are you okay?” Jessica couldn’t stop herself from asking. Santana just laughed like that was the funniest thing Jessica could have said in the moment, but the new track of tears falling from her eyes betrayed her as the sound turned bitter. She took another swig of wine. “Do I look okay to you?” “No, but I thought it would be polite to ask.” Santana snorted at that. “How polite indeed.” Her words slurred together at the end, betraying that she was more intoxicated than she came off, and Jessica pushed her own problems away for the moment, focusing on Santana.

“Okay, but only because it’s your birthday.” Imagine everyone’s surprise when they hear our duet. Maleah gives April a hard time for lying about having stage fright, and the others regale her with praise, which she uncomfortably accepts. As the night progresses, Santana weaves her way toward me and settles in the stool next to mine. “I’m proud of you, little, brother.” She murmurs softly. I gaze into her rich, toffee-colored eyes and smile. “And why would you be proud of me, sis?”

Chesed arched a brow. Santi’s eyes darted from Chesed to Crista and back again. His throat worked hard to gulp down his fear. “I… I ask for mercy. I didn’t… I couldn’t have known she was your mate.” Santi pleaded for his miserable life. “And that makes it better?” Crista and Chesed questioned in near unison. I could hear Damon, Alexander, and André snickering behind us. “That’s just adorable.” André snickered. “N… no. But… I…” Santi was grasping for anything… some defense but was coming up short.

I said, and sighed, "Where the hell is Santos? We need to get out of here." "twelve lives later, and you still haven't lost that sharp mouth of yours," Santos said when he appeared, but he didn't look insulted. He had a smile on his face. "You did well," he said to me. "yeah, well, you didn’t leave me with a choice." "or you had a choice. You could have smeared your blood across that door and taken your friends. But you stayed and you unlocked a very vital part of you. I'm impressed."

"Isn't that perfect?" By now, Santos was shaking uncontrollably and I could feel him losing his grip on his emotions. I was getting under his skin in the worst possible way. And I was enjoying it too much to stop. A chuckle left my lips as I slowly stood back up to take a sip of my whiskey. "She'll never truly be yours." He suddenly said through gritted teeth. The fury in his eyes as he looked up at me, I now see where Isla got hers from.