Santana Lopez Novels & Stories

Santana was my only real friend and I wast sure what I would do if she left. We had spent months shopping for the perfect dress for her to wear to the ceremony. I knew she was very excited. As long as I had known Santana she had dreamed of finding her mate, she was always talking about how great he would be and how powerful he would be. I, on the other hand, couldn't imagine having a mate. I had always been shy and more of a loner. I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool.

Forcing me to look. "Will your girlfriend be okay with this?" "Who, Jennifer? We're not exclusive" Jennifer? Who is she? The woman stops, her brows furrowing, looking as confused as I do. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Catalina" Santiago chuckles "Now that's a pussy I would have liked to fuck. She's a virgin and I was close to convincing her but..." He trails off shaking his head "She belongs to someone else now" "And you're not mad or angry?"

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Lin POV Stepping into her inner chamber and seating upon, the seat before Santana, I was enveloped by an atmosphere that was both mysterious and soothing. The room seemed to pulsate with an energy that defied description, and the tapestries adorning the walls swayed gently as if moved by an invisible hand. Santana's presence in the room was commanding yet inviting, her ageless gaze settling on me. Her voice held a melody that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the space, and I found myself captivated by her aura of ancient wisdom.

“It’s... We still haven’t gotten around to actually getting to know each other.” “Your names Liviana Luna Santora. You’re twenty-four years old and the youngest daughter of a family of six, two parents and four children. You have three siblings, one sister and two brothers- one of which is deceased, though nobody really has any idea of what happened to him. You have dark hair that’s considered black, but when it’s in the sunlight, it’s clearly just a very dark brown. You have green eyes that most call captivating and they are considered your best feature, along with your personality - which has gotten you the nickname “the Santora sweetheart”. Catchy, if I do say so myself. Your favorite col

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

“Maybe because he likes you too but knows he is a douche and doesn’t want to do that to you, “ I suggest with a shrug. “We should do this, guys. Stop focusing on them and focus on ourselves.” “What’s your problem, Olivia? Commitment issues?” Beth asks. I don’t miss the smug look on her face. “Ha, ha!,” I tell her. “No, I don’t have commitment issues, but I do need to work on embracing this new me. I was attacked by a monster and every full moon I will now turn into one. I am not a lunatic. Or that’s the plan anyway. We have the whole summer to take for ourselves. Like I said, hang out or take a class or something.”

"Yes Lorraine, no we haven't met before. I'm a member of the club. I'm what you called a headhunter for a job available. But I specialized in a different kind of field of expertise. I've heard about your situation. Please don't leave, just listen and think about it. You don't have to answer or even get back to me if you're not interested." I was about to get up, this sounded shadier. I didn't like where this conversation is going. Then she gave me her card, there was no company name, just her name Adriana and her mobile number. There wasn't even a last name. I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible.

he said, looking at his sister “this is mate, Aurora” The girl’s, Elena’s, eyes lit up when he said so, and as if she’s known me her entire life, she engulfed me in a tight hug, laughing as she did, causing me to stumble back a bit. Dante laughed, and it took me a second to process what was going on before hugging her back “Dante has told us a lot about you, and I have to admit, you do look more beautiful than I imagined you” “Elena…”