Santana Or Else Forget About It Novels & Stories

Santana took a long drink, confirming Jessica’s statement. “Technically it’s supposed to be a secret, but everyone knows. They all know that this isn’t real but they’re pretending like it is to maintain social decorum and save face. And my stupid grand father won’t let me love who I want all because I got caught with someone like you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “An outsider,” Santana expanded, waving her arms around to gesture at the pool and the house. “Someone who doesn’t have all of this.” Jessica looked down, wondering if she should be offended by those words and how bluntly Santana had said them.

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

"Cecelia Cervini, do you even have a heart?!" His voice cracked into a full-blown scream. And somehow, that grief clawed into me. My chest clenched. But he wasn't done. "It's fine. I forgive you. Just come home. We'll try again—have another kid. Start over." I shoved the weird ache aside and locked up tight. My voice came out cold. "I don't know you. I don't even get what you're saying." He gasped, eyes wide with panic. "I'm Oliver! How could you forget me?"

Hurriedly throwing on his clothes, he stammered out, "I… Sorry. I was too presumptuous." Tugging him into a hug, I deliberately poked fun at him, "I heard from the other employees at Gardner Corporation that Lincoln Solt is the unattainable heartthrob of the company who has been hung up on someone for the past seven years. That person couldn't possibly be me, right?" As I spoke, I began teasing his sensitive spots. In no time, I felt something hard pushing against my lower belly, causing heat to surge through my body. "Winnie, I miss you. I've been missing you and thinking of you every single day for the past few years."

​"Richard Hale didn't betray Swan Group. He was trying to expose the real traitor..." Alex leaned closer to the speakers, holding his breath. "Who?" ​Static suddenly flooded the audio, hissing loudly. Then, the final words struggled through: ​"The traitor is—" The audio abruptly cut off into dead silence. ​Alex stared at the screen in utter disbelief. "No..." ​He replayed the file. Once. Twice. Again. But every single time, it cut off at the exact same fraction of a second. The final name had been deliberately erased.

When Luca looked at me, there was something almost reverent in his eyes—like he was looking at something sacred, something worth more than power or empire. His fingers trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto my finger. The tips of his ears went pink. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. When we walked out of the cathedral, the sunlight was bright and warm. I descended the steps on Luca's arm, and the cheers of the crowd washing over us like waves—petals flying through the air, laughter and applause rising to the sky. And then I saw Brian. He stood across the street, behind the crowd, far away from all the guests. Alone. His suit was more wrinkled than before, his hair tangled

"What they have is nothing but business. You of everyone should know that by now." Truth is, I didn't know. Anytime I try to picture that woman. I could only picture the moment she was wrapped around L'Angelos arms as he kissed her senseless and her hands running down his crotch. "Sophia." Santino called. "Hmm? What is it?" I asked and he shrugged. "You zoned out on me. Please stop thinking about these things and let's drink to stupor today, yes?" He cocked a brow and i nodded just as he pulled over the parking lot of the Club.

Sunny whispered “Santo..” but was completely ignored by him, without even a single glance. He was mad. If the bulging vein on his forehead wasn’t an indication, then his clenched fist was. The drive from the club to the helicopter had been an agonising one. Sunny had to leave Rico and Rosa behind along with other men while Santo brought her back She called out “Santo..” once more, but he continued to stare at the waters below. Maybe he didn’t hear. She wanted to blame it on the helicopter sounds, but she still knows otherwise.

Driving in the cold night air on the Westwood route also, wasn't on the list of priorities for the last day of the year. But Santoz was a nuisance and she needed to stop him from making more moves on her. She had seen the signs from the start. Had she chosen to ignore them? No. Instead, she had chosen to avoid him. Her avoidance and delay stategy apparently was not working. The opportunity of singing again had been too good to miss out even if a man who unabashedly lusted after women to an alarming extent was hot on her heels.

"Never call my woman a disgrace again." I looked across the crowd. "This three-day ultimatum sham is over. Go back to your homes and prepare ahead for my engagement with Lady Auren." I turned and walked away.