Santana X Novels & Stories

“Exactly. Holly and I talk about oolong and chamomile. We debate steeping times. We once spent an hour ranking herbal blends by emotional impact.” I stared. “That’s… disturbingly wholesome.” “She’s like family,” Santino said. “I swear on my nonna’s biscotti recipe.” I nodded slowly. “Okay.” Santino leaned back, then hesitated. “I’ve actually started seeing someone,” he said. Dante perked up. “Wait, what?” Santino smiled. “Her name’s Giulia. She’s a violinist. Smart, sarcastic, and she thinks my job is ‘mysteriously boring.’”

Lin POV Stepping into her inner chamber and seating upon, the seat before Santana, I was enveloped by an atmosphere that was both mysterious and soothing. The room seemed to pulsate with an energy that defied description, and the tapestries adorning the walls swayed gently as if moved by an invisible hand. Santana's presence in the room was commanding yet inviting, her ageless gaze settling on me. Her voice held a melody that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the space, and I found myself captivated by her aura of ancient wisdom.

Forcing me to look. "Will your girlfriend be okay with this?" "Who, Jennifer? We're not exclusive" Jennifer? Who is she? The woman stops, her brows furrowing, looking as confused as I do. "I thought your girlfriend's name was Catalina" Santiago chuckles "Now that's a pussy I would have liked to fuck. She's a virgin and I was close to convincing her but..." He trails off shaking his head "She belongs to someone else now" "And you're not mad or angry?"

Jerking, I managed to knee him in the groin. He pushed me against the wall, his palms planted beside me as if he was my lover, simply leaning in for a kiss. When he spoke, his hot breath skated down the side of my cheek. "My intent is not to hurt you, Serena, but I will be forced to if you continue with this behavior. You're going to be taken good care of. That much I can promise you." "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."

I said “I am……” She said, finally walking more confident. “Bye Lisa……” I said with a smile, and walked back in. I immediately turned back to my phone and it began to ring again a call from Xain Me: Enzo is a De Luca Xain: Santo has an older brother, Lorenzo. He goes by Enzo Xain and I said at the same time. Me: How did you figure it out? Xain: After checking all their middle names and nothing came up, I suddenly remembered you were so sure Santo was not in the club, so I figured someone must have used his ticket, so all I had to do was dig a little into his life and, boom, I found him.

Holy crap and then some. “I should have known better, you are my stepsister and you know, I just couldn’t help myself. You are so beautiful and my body took on a life of its own.” “That’s fine, no need to apologize, Dante. I’m sure it happens but let's try to avoid situations like that again. Besides when Xander comes back from Japan I will be doing a States tour with him of all the Bodega wineries.”

More precisely, Santiago hated all the things that had a trace of convention in them. Cynthia was also an easygoing person, especially towards Santiago. As long as he liked it, she would put in a lot of effort to do it, even aligning her style and eating habits according to his preference. Xanthus didn't actually have a thing for women, and he didn't know what was going on with him. There were many women pursuing him in recent years, but he didn't take a fancy to any of them. Some of them were marked with flamboyance in their characters, some of them stood out with their gentleness, and some had good taste in fashion, but all of them failed to grab his attention.

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.

I was about to speak when we heard a voice behind me. "Are you Mr. Mel Villanueva?" I looked at the source of the voice. I immediately saw an elderly man. Its hair is white but you can still see its strong body. Against my will I bowed. "Yes." I was a little confused when the people I was talking to suddenly bowed. "Good morming, master." "Good morning, master." "Good morning." It just entered my mind who the person in front of me was. Mr. Renato Baltazar.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.