Santana Or Else Forget About It Novels & Stories

"We...don't have to....I am content with this..." "Hush! Woman, you never cease to amaze me. I am not angry at you. I am angry at myself. Every time I leave you, you get a new mark or bruise or cut or scar or scrape. For my own sanity, yes we are getting married." Richard watched across the room as Meena's eyes got round with some unknown emotion.

“You’re overthinking everything. Go home, remind Dominique why he belongs to you, and stop acting like a love-struck fool.” I chuckled, though the sound didn’t quite reach my eyes. “You think that will solve everything?” “Maybe not everything,” he said, standing and fixing his jacket. “But it will make you remember who you are.” He clasped my shoulder, firm and grounding. “Control your house, Fernando, or it will start controlling you.” I nodded slowly. “You’re right.” “Of course I am.” Santiago smirked, finishing his drink. “Now, go home and fix that energy. I expect you to look a little less miserable the next time we meet.”

Chapter 1 Danielle's POV: From where I stood near the long glass windows overlooking the ocean, I could see the last rays of the California sun melting into the horizon while a string quartet played something low and romantic. It was perfect! Every detail was exactly the way I’d imagined it. I brushed an invisible speck from my champagne-colored gown and exhaled slowly. Tonight wasn’t just our third wedding anniversary. Tonight, I was going to change everything between Barry and me. For years, I had hidden who I really was. To the world and to my own husband I was

Whatever this is, we can work through it. "I am done with the theatrics!" His voice rose sharply enough that the couple at the next table glanced over. He did not seem to care. "Can you not get it through your head? Or does being mute mean you are stupid too? I said I am done, Ava. Done with you. All of this. I cannot fucking take this anymore so there is nothing to work through. You…embarrass me and I am tired of pretending that things are forever going to be a ray of sunshine between us."

[She is huffing as she is talking loudly] Me: Love, please. Sana: Don't you dare to call me love. You lost that right. And you won't get that right again. Never. I am hanging up on the call. Don't disturb me anymore. I have a lot of important work to do. So bye.

“¡Mierda! You’re a veteran? At thirty-seven? How’s that even possible? Is that why your body looks like it's AI? Wait, wait. Forget I said that part. Delete that from your head.” “If you don’t shut up, I might just drown from your bad sense of humor,” Santiago managed as laughter made him throw his head back and rock his shoulders. Lola wore an embarrassed smile. “Seriously, though. How come this isn’t something people know about?” Santiago took a deep breath and raked his fingers through his damp hair. “Because I want to be in charge of what people know or do not know about me. I don’t want to give them everything, that’s too much leverage.”

Some might forget us but I know some won't. We will forever stay in your mind and heart as Sabrina and Saint. And I, Saint Angelous Santillana declare that within this minute. Our journey is now at the end.

Santi attempted to persuade me to change my decision, but I didn't even flinch. "Oh, fuck you!" I hissed, gritting my teeth. "Of course, it'll stay with me forever, exactly like what you made me do when I was a kid! But you?" I snarled. "You never look back and regret what you've done," I muttered, and he shook his head, a forlorn look on his face. But I don't detect any regret or sincerity in him; he appears soulless to me. There wasn't even a single tear that came out of his eyes.