Santana Or Else Forget About It Novels & Stories

Salvatore ‘Kill or be killed’, was the one rule I’ve lived by for the last ten years of my life. I wouldn’t be standing on my own two bloody feet if it weren’t for the courage I borrowed from those words. But standing in front of Beneditti and his lack of fingers made this one of the rare times I killed with actual reason other than the need to spill blood. I had to teach him a lesson and remind him what happened when people messed with what was mine.

He told me himself that if I was ever wronged, I should come to him. No matter what, he would have my back. In front of Fenrir, the Great Elder reached a trembling hand toward his own forehead. "Her spirit has left her body... The mate bond is so faint, it's nearly extinguished..." The Great Elder's face turned ashen. "Great Elder, what are you saying?" Fenrir's expression turned grim. "The Luna is just throwing a tantrum, it's no big deal, she'll be back in a couple of days..." Tessa interjected hurriedly.

“You do not know what you speak of” “Oh, I know plenty. Everyone knows about your family. Sooner or later, the pack of cards you built around yourself will collapse and I’ll be the first person to laugh wholeheartedly and remind you that you are nothing more than a poverty ridden tramp, cleaned up and given a life. You are not elite” Bertha was raging in fury and I decided that it was time to leave. Revna shouldn’t be listening to all of that. “If you’ll excuse me” I said and tried to leave but Bertha stopped me.

My lips parted, but no words came out. Then something split open inside me—like a blade coming down through the top of my skull. Rage surged up from my chest. I knew I was about to do something I'd regret. I got up, panicked, and started walking. Sarah's face darkened. She yanked me back. "Oh no you don't. Now you're embarrassed? Trying to run?" The last thread snapped. I got up. And then I did something that made every single one of them regret it.

She forced me into the only escape route, leaving herself behind. As her voice gradually faded into the rubble, her final words to me were, "We're even now. I owe you nothing." I knew she had done all that just to make amends for forgetting me and falling for someone else, not because she still loved me. Tamping down the bitterness welling up in my chest, I uttered softly, "There's no going back for Eleanor and me." In this life, I would never repeat that mistake. Leaving the Ashby residence, I headed to the village clinic to find Dylan.

"I need you to leave." "You are grieving her." A pause. "That's what this is." "Selene." "You rejected her, Melvin." Her voice sharpened slightly, like she was done with her act. "The bond is broken. Whatever you're feeling right now, it's residual. It fades. You should know that." "Leave." I lowered my gaze to the ground without turning back. “Now!!” The word landed like a door closing between us. She was quiet for a long moment. Long enough that I heard the fire settle, heard the wind press against the window glass. Then her footsteps moved toward the door, controlled, each step deliberate.

But boy, do I want to smack his arrogantly handsome face. “Thank you.” Unfortunately, I have to endure Connor’s presence because Santana continues the conversation. Surprisingly enough, he and Declan remain silent. As I continue to stand there, I can feel the heat of Connor's stare. He must hate the fact that Santana and Declan like me. I heard that Santana is not a fan of Connor’s revolving door. Not that I’d be one of the women taking a spin, considering he thinks I’m just a silly girl. If he only knew.

)—they had been working together all along, orchestrating a web of deception that I had unwittingly walked my ass into. My breath caught in my throat, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with a sickening clarity. The gem, the curse, the promise of salvation—it had all been a ruse, a trap that had ensnared me in its intricate design. The anger that simmered within me was a potent force, fueled by betrayal and the knowledge that I had been played for a FOOL. Santana’s laughter continued, the sound a twisted symphony of triumph and mockery. "Oh, Lin, you truly are a naive fool, aren't you? Trusting so blindly, so easily."

"You've already forgiven him, but unless you were to get amnesia, there's no way to totally forget. But I think the better question is what you do with those memories when you do remember? Do you let them beat you down? Or do you push them aside and remind yourself that it's not the current reality of the situation? Only you can decide that part." I stay snuggled next to Marcus as I think through my relationship with Santos. I think about all the wonderful times we had together. Going to games. Traveling around the country. Buying our first home. My pregnancies. When the kids were born. More than ten years' worth of memories, and all of it includes laughter and love.