Santana Or Else Forget About It Novels & Stories

But how? “Anyways, there's only one way out if you want your secret sealed and I can help you get out of the consequences that would follow, when Scorpion spills the beans “ Fiona offered. Jeniva gnashed her teeth . Scorpion? oh she even knows the nickname of that criminal? Well, that's too late. The idiot was already dead along with others. She chuckled softly and said “Looks like you're a little late. This celebrity is not afraid of anything because the dead can no longer speak” she boasted.

"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

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.

Yet forgetting to pick him up was just a small slip. The truth was, I had forgotten things far more important. The system warned me from the beginning: the second male lead would always remain in that position. Regardless of how much he loved me, his heart would never fully belong to an outsider forever. I hadn't believed it. I was so certain Theodore would love me for life that I made a bet with the system. If he stopped loving me, all our memories would vanish, and I would gradually sense my life slipping away, forced to stay conscious as I moved step by step toward my own demise.

“My personal assistant is going on vacation, and I don’t want you making mistakes.” Serena looked me up and down, then started listing her “Essentials” like she was reading from a royal decree. “Let me tell you—I’m allergic to berries. My coffee must be a very specific temperature. I’ll give you the details.” She rolled her eyes, then dropped a thick folder on the table in front of me.

That's why I came to sing to you (Por eso te vine a cantar) That life is not going to end, although today it seems (Que no se va acabar la vida aunque hoy) parece With time that pain disappears (Con el tiempo ese dolor desaparece) Let it go (Let it go) Ya déjalo ir (Déjalo ir) That there is no need to suffer this way (Que no hay que sufrir de esta manera) because it's not worth it (Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain o

"Why? What does Santana want from me? I can't help him any longer. The case is out of my hands. He's a monster, just like you are." The same look of confusion crossed his face briefly then he leaned in, kissing my lips. The taste was far too sweet. When he leaned back, he shifted one hand around my throat. "Obedience. Keep that in mind." Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everything. I wasn't going to go along willingly. Hell no. I waited for any opportunity to scream or even to make eye contact with anyone in the building. There was no noise, no indication that anyone was home.

Uno stared at the ER doors, tears falling steadily now. “Yeah… I love her so much that I’d lose my mind if she was gone.” Santi said nothing more, simply standing beside his boss as they waited for news. END OF FLASHBACK “I should start preparing for what comes next once el señor deals with Ms. Helia. Her grandfather will need to choose a better partner for his company—and for el señor’s future.” Santi thought as he got into the driver’s seat and started the car, heading for Castigo.

Santiago pushed it away. "Stop it. Just stop, Martha," he snapped. "There is now no need for your pretense. Go away and leave me- us alone. For your information, I have regained my memory-" Martha gasped in surprise."Yes, I have. So, stop with the theatrics already." Martha gaped at Santiago for a few minutes. "You mean you remember... everything?" she asked in a small voice. "He does," I chipped in. She shot me a glare. "I wasn't talking to you, you-"

I tried to ignore the tremor in my voice and I tried to be strong but I had never been good at forgetting. What did Brianna mean when she left me with those words of hers? Maybe it was her trick to give me sleepless nights. Who knows? And I kept falling for it. Ignoring her seemed to be the best option, now that I was preparing to leave the house and from the humiliating memory Alpha Castro had planted inside of me by scolding her. Elvis paused and looked at me through the branches. His gaze was patient as he studied me. “You should not have to forget it if you can,” His voice was gentle and for a second I looked at him, confused. “But you can move past it.”