Santana Or Else Forget About It 소설 & 이야기

Though his status demanded grudging respect, his reputation was a glaring weakness. "I won’t forget this," Santigo hissed, his voice low and venomous. "If you don’t apologize, Crystal, you’ll regret what happens next—not just to you, but to everyone around you." Santigo started, his voice shaking with frustration, but he was interrupted by the sound of ice cracking louder.

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.

"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.

“Pathetic.” Nathan, his assistant, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke. “Do you think he can do it, sir?” Santiago let out a low, humorless laugh. “He’s useless. He can’t even control one girl. A girl who should already be burning with hatred.” He turned towards the window, staring out as the gears in his mind turned. “I need to do something. Something that will trigger Bella. I need to make her forget all sense of rationality to push her past the edge, so she has no choice but to destroy Vincent.”

Santana It’s time to leave. This morning I snuck out of my room and spent most of the day trying to avoid Declan. I didn’t go back into the room until I knew he was gone. After our intense lovemaking, I figured it would be best if I left things as they were. Unlike me, Connor made every effort to be in Declan’s presence. He has always been the more forgiving of us. When I asked him, he told me it would be a waste of time to be angry at Declan, considering nothing would change. He’d rather savor every last minute he had with his brother. I figure that I’d let him have this, even if I didn’t agree with Declan’s easy disposal of his brother. I even let Connor ride shotgun on the way to the bus

“The point is she is threatening to spill the truth to Renata and that must not happen or we are doomed.” “Fuck!” Domingo tore his gaze off Santiago and rested his eyes on Renata. “Yeah, fuck… we all are fucked up and must act fast.” Santiago’s voice, deep and commanding.

"The press loses interest once the trophy is raised. Especially if the Bobcats take the fall." "The Bobcats aren't taking shit." Isaac smirked, leaning over him. "Either way, by summer, we're old news. You're in D.C., I'm in San Antonio. We tell the pack it didn't work. Distance kills the spark. Standard procedure." "Not even an off-season visit?" Santiago threw the bait out, watching Isaac’s face. "We’ll be ghosts by then, Vega. Now, sit still." Isaac’s fingers slid into Santiago’s hair. It wasn't a massage; it was a claim. Every touch sent a spark of arousal through Santiago’s nervous system. He closed his eyes, imagining those same hands gripping his hair while Isaac was arched under him.

Sane was certain that his was bright red as well because he was never used to singing in front of someone. “Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da Just like that Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da…” “So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it Making love in the green grass

Santoro stated in a low grunt, making me shiver as I spat the excess of spit from my mouth before glaring his way, avoiding looking at Mama in the process. “We have things to discuss before then,” Ventura reminded him, allowing me to visibly relax for once since I stepped through the door. “Fine.” Santoro replied before his eyes met mine. “I’ll have you soon enough.” He told me as his tongue circled around his lips. I fūcking hate him with everything I have. I need to be strong though or they will continue to torment me. I just need to stay clear from them until I kill them or find a way out. If I make it out, I’ll return to kill them all though. No one messes with a Blanco and lives to tell

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc