Santet Novels & Stories

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.

The downstairs is still untouched, but the air is hot and heavy, smelling of scorched wood and impending doom. I reach the last step of the grand staircase. My hand grips the banister, the wood warm to the touch. I tap the earpiece. "He's not in any of those vehicles," I say. My voice is flat, dead. There is a long moment of silence on the other end. Then, a wet, gurgling sound…the sound of someone's throat being opened followed by a voice that now makes my skin crawl. "You know me too well, my dearest mi amor," Santino says. His voice is crystal clear through the earpiece. He sounds delighted. "My Hailey is always the smartest girl in the room."

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.

Santos said in a deep voice. At the same time, a peak mid-Infinity Ranker energy burst from his body. Everyone at the scene felt suffocated. Even Kruz and Nelle had solemn looks on their faces.

Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

She shook her head. “You know I'm hot.” He winked. “Don't lie to yourself.” If ‘hot’ was a person, then it's definitely Santos. He is an embodiment of perfection. A god.

I stand up to greet him, but he leaves me stunned when he approaches and plants a soft but quick kiss on my lips. "Sorry, Italian custom. I’m Mario Barsseti; a pleasure to officially meet you. I’ve always seen you from afar or in photos." My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets; I look at Susan, who gives me an innocent smile. "You’re more beautiful than I thought." "T-Thank you." My cheeks were burning. "And this is Marta, our new friend." Mario approaches her and does exactly the same thing. Poor Marta turns as red as a tomato. That made two of us.

I’ve only felt this way once—when I first fell for Michael. But not anymore, that love faded. And this? This feels like something else. Something new. The air was quickly filled with Waltz performance "Faults" by Marika Hackman. We moved slowly, enjoying every step. He didn't get his eyes off me, and that made me even want to rest my head on his chest. But no! I dare not. This is the almighty Stefan Andres and I don't want to be the talk of town.

I had a suspicion but needed to be sure. “I’m Santos Snr, my darling,” he beamed with pride.