Santana Or Else Forget About It Novels & Stories

I had thought of escaping from the doctor's position many times, but when you mentioned it, I was reluctant to part with it. "You can take your time to think about it. Don't rush to make your choice." "Yes, yes." Elisa nodded her head: "Riche, I want to see senior tonight." "Take Britany Santos?" Elisa looked surprised, "How did you know?" "You don't need to think to know that Britany Santos 's willful and arrogant look is what you want to see the most right now." Hearing that, Elisa laughed out loud, "Riche, Britany Santos has money and capital. "

"Nessa, when you read this, your new life begins. Don't dwell on the past, and don't try to uncover who you used to be. Trust me, move forward with determination. You have what it takes to live a brilliant life. "Also, never believe in love or any nonsense men spout. People change. No one is ever truly reliable. The only person you can count on is yourself. You must love yourself first and foremost." She folded the note and slipped it into her pocket, ready for herself to find when she woke. The airport speakers announced the final boarding call. "Passenger Nessa Hill, your flight is about to depart. Please proceed to Gate H25 immediately." Courtney pulled out the vial of memory-erasing poti

Fearing. "You must forget them." The Forgotten One says simply. "Your mates. Your family. Your love. You return to life. You live your mortal years. You die naturally. Immune to the Absolute because you forgot why you wanted to live. Forgot who you loved. Forgot what made you desperate. You become immune through amnesia. Protected through forgetting. Free through loss." Horror crashes through my fading consciousness. "I have to forget my family? My mates? My Luna? My Hope? Everyone I love? That's the price?"

“Please… give me one more chance.” He pounded against the glass. “The Ferguson Group may be in trouble, but I can still save it. As long as you forgive me, I will return everything that belongs to you. I will make it up to you. We can go back to the way things were before.” Samuel looked at Ethan indifferently, his voice ice cold. “Mr. Ferguson, my sister did not come here to hear your apology.” Ethan turned toward Samuel, panic filling his eyes. “I know you hate me. I hate myself too.

Eliana The voices of the people around me faded into white noise as I stared out the window, my mind no longer in the present but in the past. I thought back to the day it all started,my hatred for Melissa. EIGHT YEARS AGO. I laid in bed, my phone in hand as I read the same four words over and over again. “I'm sorry but I don't think we would work out, I love someone else I know it isn't fair that it's your sister but… I hope you understand, have a nice life.”

Santana. "It seems like you needed a doctor," Sasha quipped as Dr. Santana hastened to Lila's side. "Thank you," I murmured to Sasha, then turned my attention to Dr. Santana, who was now meticulously examining Lila's condition. Dr. Santana faced the nurse with a sense of urgency. "Have any tests been conducted on her?" The nurse, appearing uneasy, nodded. "And the results?" she pressed. The nurse handed over a report, stepping back as Dr Santana scrutinised the contents. My anxiety mounted when I noticed Dr. Santana's eyes widen in shock.

“Power. Territory. Men. Respect. And now you’re throwing it away over a child.” Santos’ eyes darkened slightly. “You’re becoming emotional.” “And you’re becoming desperate.” That finally made him smile. A cold smile. “Careful.” I stepped closer anyway. “You think I don’t know what you people want from him?” The rain soaked through my shirt now, but I barely noticed. “You want to experiment on him. Control him. Use him.” Santos said nothing. That silence answered enough. “He’s not yours,” I growled. “No,” Santos agreed calmly. “He belongs to the future.”

he tried in a deep voice, but she immediately raised her hand to stop him. - Not a word, Elias. Not a single one. You cut the bridges. Definitely. An icy chill went back along the water. The way she pronounced these words, like an irrevocable verdict, made me want to shout, to protest, to explain to her that it was not just a story of prohibited pleasure. But my lips remained closed. Because I knew ... Basically, she was right. Santino. This name alone was enough to tighten my chest. This man did not forgive. This man did not negotiate. He destroyed. And if he learned what had happened between Elias and me ... he wouldn't just kill us. He would make us suffer. A long time.

I feel like if let myself fall, I will never be able to get up. Having my heart broken made me afraid of taking risks and being reckless. I was thoughtless with my love for Xander, I admit that. That's why I was hurt so much because of my wrong decisions. Then another mistake happened again because of my recklessness. And I just want to forget that, I was hoping I could. But how can I do that if Santi keeps bothering me like this? "If this is about what happened that night, I already forgot all that happened between the two of us. I was drunk, made a mistake, then moved on. And I expect you to do the same.”

He was going to win it because winning was what he did, and because the alternative was losing, and because losing to Santos specifically had a quality to it that he was not going to examine right now or possibly ever. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He brought the phone back to his ear. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle was beginning to think they had miraculously lost their digital connection when a rumbling tenor finally drifted into his ear, a voice filled with such ominous calm that it made Khyle's spine roll then straighten. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Alright, Santos. Bring it on."