Santiago Nasar Novels & Stories

“It’s plastic, Piper. It doesn’t have shoulders.” “Still.” I clutch mine closer.“So, tell me. What’s the deal with Luna Serena’s son?” Zoe sighs, her expression darkening. “Ryder told me the whole story. It’s… complicated.” “Complicated how?” She hesitates before saying, “His name is Nicholas. He’s Elijah’s stepbrother. Luna Serena became Elijah’s father’s second chance mate after Elijah’s mom died tragically. It messed them all up—Elijah and his father grew distant, and even when Luna Serena had Nicholas, the bond between father and son didn’t really heal.”

Although I was a bit intimidated, I didn't back down and stood my ground. Martin interrupted once more before I could answer him back. " Please, forgive us, Mr. Sebastian Nasimento. Whatever it is that we did, please, humbly forgive us!" That was what he said. " Sebastian Nascimento?" I was taken aback by that name. Sebastian Nascimento is a billionaire. He took the world by storm when he was just nineteen years old. He has a large chain of corporations around the world. He's a legend and a role model for many. He's highly respected among his peers and also feared in that regard.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

How dare they stand in front of me wearing another nation’s identity while they claim themselves loyal to the royalty? “It is a pleasure to meet you this early, Your Highness. Have you been well?” He smiled as if we knew each other. “Ahh, apologies. I am Santiago, an elder from the South. I arrived last night and wanted to seek an audience with you but was told that you were already retired to your bedroom,” he smiled again. Something about his smile irritated me. It crept me out. I snorted, “So much for a newcomer to tell me off while I discipline a rude and new knight that was guarding my study,” I said.

His gaze rests on the curve of my breasts under the lab coat as he says to Johnson, “Such a beautiful woman to keep locked up in this lab.” Johnson chuckles and I grip the chair. Something about the grating sound puts my teeth on edge. “Oh, we’ll let her out eventually.” To me he says, “Don Santiago is visiting all our operations. He’s a major donor to the program. I’d like him to hear your findings.” “Of course.” I pause as several black clad men stride in and take places by the door and discreet places around the room. They all carry automatic weapons strapped to their chest. “My apologies,” Santiago says in that warm, rich tone. “I bring my bodyguards wherever I go. Things are less secure

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

"What do you mean?" "He was only after my virginity." "What a tool," Kahlo says, placing a kiss on my neck "If you tell me where he is, I'll punch him for you" "There's no need. He died a few years back" Salazar told me Santiago's father had been a judge who worked for Fanuco. After his death, Santi's mother cut ties with the Cartel. But because of me, I put them on Fanuco's radar again. My husband wanted to send him to law school so in return Santi could work for him but his mother was against it so he sent him abroad. All I know is that he died in an accident. Shortly after that, his mother left and disappeared. No one has heard from her again.

Santiago smiled slightly and murmured, “The marriage was a mistake.” The assistant blinked. “Excuse me?” “But their rivalry,” Santiago added, leaning forward, “now *that’s* profitable tension.” She tilted her head. “You want them to collaborate?” Santiago didn’t even look at her. “No,” he said, voice smooth and cutting. “I want to see what happens when they *have* to.” — At the private airstrip outside Paris, Ximena arrived dressed in a high-collared cream blazer and dark pants, sunglasses hiding most of her face. She handed her passport to the security officer and made her way toward the sleek summit-arranged private jet.

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.