Novel & Cerita Santana Or Else Forget About It

he said at last. My stomach dropped. I frowned, trying to pull up anything from last night. Nothing came. My thoughts were scattered, useless. I bit my lip, worried I had done something stupid. Or worse. He watched me struggle for a second before adding, “But I’m willing to forget it… if you do what I say.” I blinked at him, confused. “What am I supposed to do?” Alexander raised a brow, almost like he was surprised I didn’t understand. Then his eyes moved over me once, “Get ready,”

"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.

"Remember you belong to only me and always will. We are bound together forever. Nothing can break us apart. Our bond can never be undone. I love you. Come for me and show me your own love and the obedience I demand of you." Clarissa gave a cry in her sleep and Nathan felt the squeeze of her internal muscles, signalling the release of her climax. He looked down upon her face, watching her contorted, tormented passion ride her beautiful features as her orgasm spiralled and brought tears to her eyes with its power. For a moment, Nathan felt the join between them tighten and grow in strength. It wouldn't be long now before they were fully reunited as one. He just had to be patient.

Santos 'Oh for Goddess's sake! How did that man escape?' Santos thought the harpies had almost dispatched of the Midnight pack, and he was silently congratulating himself on not having to use the demons at his disposal. When along came hurricane Ethan, doubling Elena's magic, and now Santos was watching as she lay waste to his fighters.

I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel as memories from my past life flashed through my mind. When I started dating Trevor, I'd known about his childhood friend, Evelyn Summers. But he always kept his distance from her, so I never thought much of it. In my past life, Evelyn and her family went on vacation to Hanoe Island and left her dog, Mojo, with Trevor. But when Trevor returned to his hometown with his father to spend Christmas with his grandparents, the job ended up falling on me.

We got to the car and Charlotte drove off, as we were on our way home, I kept on glancing at Charlotte as she drove us home in a Ferrari. “Your movie wasn’t bad” she said with her eyes locked on the road. “Babe, don’t you think that the cashier could help out” I changed the topic before it could get anywhere. “Help out with what?” she said with a deep sigh. “With my memory, maybe she could help me remember some stuff” I explained with a calm relieved tone. “All you care about is your memory” she yelled at me as she increases the speed to express the fact that she was annoyed by the fact that I mentioned my memory.

Seeing him and having him reject me would be much worse than not seeing him. “No, now give me your phone,” Santana says. “Why?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously. “Just give it to me,” she demands. “No.” She'll probably call my mother or, worse, Zayne. “Fine, Sam, what’s his I*******m.”’ She turns to Sam and asks her. I roll my eyes. “She probably doesn’t reme….” “Therealzaynek.” I sigh. I forget Sam is I*******m obsessed and probably remembers usernames in seconds. Santana punches it in and then starts approaching random people.

“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.

But somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that none of those things meant much if the person giving them made you feel alone. I still didn’t think I deserved to find out she was divorcing me from a stack of paper on an empty bed. “So what now?” Vincent asked. “I don’t know.” I replied and it was the truth. Vincent watched me for a moment. “You’re Roman Ashford,” he said. “You always know what you’re going to do.” “Not this time.” “That might be the first time I’ve heard you admit that.” I ignored him and took a drink. The whiskey burned down my throat.