Santana X Novels & Stories

"Oh, don't worry about that because my son has a lot of friends! He can have as many as he wants!" "But not as beautiful as my daughter!" Xavier bit back. "Oh, how lucky I am to have a daughter! Not like some idiot man like there who can't even make a daughter!" Then, he laughed like a maniac. Santiago's face darkened. "We will have a daughter on our third child! Just wait for it!" "Dream on, Santi. Dream on, fucker— "You motherfu—" Suddenly, the argument came to a halt when the two women shouted in unison.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

I observed Reyna from head to toe. Suddenly, I thought of Big K, who said that Santos was dating my college lecturer. It brought me to the memory last night when Santos came to Soundrenaline Music Fest with a young woman who had the same physical and fashionable characteristics as Reyna. I did not realize it at the time, but I remembered someone. There was no mistaking it. Reyna was Santos's lover. I burst out laughing but in my heart. I shook my head.

Santana smiles, a red flush on her cheeks. Her gaze is cast away from the watching eyes of her best friend. Kathleen's sneaky, happy smile intrigues her. She watches the brunette with a knowing look. “What is it?” she asks curiously, losing the frown between her brows.

I'm sure Xander would be surprised to see me here. "I think that's them, let's bring these out." I nodded excitedly. She came out first with the plate containing cookies and cupcakes. I was already smiling while following her. That's why I was stunned to see who was next to Xander and talking to him with a smile. Wearing a dirty white v-neck shirt, faded jeans, and black boots covered with dirt is Santi. He’s sitting on the single sofa. My hands trembled when his gaze met mine. His grin also gradually dissolved and he stared at me seriously. I quickly looked away and turned to Xander. He has that worried look on his face. I smiled at him though.

Sane wasn’t really fond of reading the news as he barely had enough time with his duties in life, especially now that his attention was already taken by the utterly alluring girl, Seleen Y. De Castro, and he wasn’t even complaining! In fact, he even liked it. He liked giving her attention, and he also liked being given attention by her. How great it was to be loved by her, to receive all of her little kisses now and there, to see her life, to feel her against his skin, everything about her was addicting for Sane.

I know it’s stupid to feel this way, but I feel like I’m falling when I look at him, but I know that I’m going to break. “Hey, guys,” I mumble evenly. Connor narrows his eyes but doesn’t greet me─the dick. Santana places her hand on my shoulder, which makes me stiffen uncomfortably. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s such a sweetheart that it would pain me if she noticed that I wasn’t comfortable. Tonight, she’s wearing a gorgeous red polka-dot summer dress and holding a nearly empty wine glass in her hand. “Hey, April. You did a nice job tonight.” She says sincerely. Declan nods while Connor remains quiet. Of course, I do my best to not look at him when I reply. But boy, do I

Santana teases, which makes me laugh. “Right, I don’t know what’s so special about….” Kenya stops as I glare at her. I will not tolerate her disparaging my honey, especially when I miss him to spend time with them. “You don’t have to know what’s special. He’s my man, he’s special to me. Now let's go in before I change my mind.” “I guess no one can talk about your lil’ boyfriend,” Santana replies jokingly.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

I just needed to find the perfect timing to do it. “Boss, she is losing it again” Santos, my new second hand, said, entering my office. The man did not bother knocking on the door, not that he needed to, the door was wide open considering that no one, aside from him, dared approach this room to begin with.