Santana Lopez Novels & Stories

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 "

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

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.

Selena: By the time Liam set me down on the couch in the sitting room, my ankle felt like it was on fire. I tried to mask the pain, no point looking weak in front of him, but the way his hands had gripped my arms told me he’d noticed every flinch.

I gave up and drop my body again. “Well, I am once a human being,” she said. Wait. What? I sat again and study if she is serious and yes she is. “You mean you are a soul now?” “Sort of. I’m more on some guardian. Angelo gave me this task looking after you since before. I’ve seen the different kinds of Selena growing up in different lives but still end up the same.” I got silent. She looks as young as me but she is also a thousand years old already.

This is the first time. "No, no. I am perfectly fine." She bit her lip. "We are going out and it's been decided." Angela announced. "Both of you have 30 minutes to get ready." "I am already ready." Zion looked away. He was dressed up in jeans and shorts worth thousands of dollars. But Hannah was wearing baggy and oversized clothes. Angela begged her to go out shopping but she never went. These things remind her, her identity and she doesn't want to indulge herself in luxury and forget who she really is. Since everything here is temporary and one day she will have to go back from where she came.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

14 Luciano “Capo, la mia signora è con quel tipo di nome Rory Johnson. (Boss, my lady is with that guy named Rory Johnson.),” Domenico informed me, I was looking at the monitor and watching them walking past my men looking at them with surprised eyes. I fisted my right hand as I saw her holding that candy fucker’s hand. I wanted to break his hands. How did he touch what I touched?! How dare he?!

Seeing him and having him reject me would be much worse than not seeing him. “No, now give me your phone,” Santana says. “Why?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously. “Just give it to me,” she demands. “No.” She'll probably call my mother or, worse, Zayne. “Fine, Sam, what’s his I*******m.”’ She turns to Sam and asks her. I roll my eyes. “She probably doesn’t reme….” “Therealzaynek.” I sigh. I forget Sam is I*******m obsessed and probably remembers usernames in seconds. Santana punches it in and then starts approaching random people.

“The young lady thinks she’s ready for the big leagues now. But she has no idea what she’s asking for.” Still struggling to focus, Lola wagged her finger in defiance. “I’ll say this again, amigo: I’m not sixteen. Stop acting like I’m a breakable piece of chinaware.” Santiago’s intense gaze lingered for a moment, then he lifted her off the ground, pressing her against his bare chest. “Are you sure?” For good measure, Lola wrapped her legs around his waist and stared dead into his eyes. “Are you scared?”