Santana X Novels & Stories

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

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.

I desperately needed her help if I was going to impress Kassius tonight. I arrived at Santana’s house and Xander answered the door. I said hi and let him get back to his video games. I made my way up the stairs to Santana’s room where she was currently trying on outfits of her own. I sat down on the bed as she continued tossing clothes all over the room. “What do you think of this one?” she asked, holding up a silver sequined dress that looked too short to cover her ass. “It’s nice but what is it for?” I asked.

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.

On the other hand, Santino was fighting with all his strength. He wielded a Chaotic Treasure and unleashed his three Macrocosm Powers. Unexpectedly, he was not dealing any substantial damage to James. After fighting for a while, he quickly recognized how strong James was. Throughout the fight, James was trying to gauge Santino’s strength. After a few confrontations, he had a rough idea of his current strength. Santino was a Three-Power Macrocosm Ancestral Gods with a Chaotic Treasure. Thus, his strength was equivalent to that of a Four-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God.

He walked through the doors, his assistant trailing behind him with a digital tablet in hand. Inside the private lounge, Santiago removed his sunglasses and sat in front of a large display screen, where both **Ximena Antonio** and **Miguel Ricardo’s** profiles were glowing. The assistant scrolled through them. “Antonio Fashion—growing fast. Risky moves, but smart ones. She’s bold,” she said. “And Ricardo Tech,” she continued, “still limping from recent attacks, but starting to regain market confidence. He’s sharper than he looks.” Santiago smiled slightly and murmured, “The marriage was a mistake.”

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.