Novel & Cerita Santiago Nasar

He says simply, he's the only normal one and he's shy but he's a fun guy. "The other one is Carlos Mendez, we call him Bambi though." I point to Carlos who has his attention mostly on Camilla than any other person. I bite my tongue from saying anything. I don't know why I'm surprised, Carlos is a womanizer. "Sup." He says coolly. "The next person is Santiago Montez." "How do you do?" He says in a British accent. "Santiago grew up in England." "Oh!" Camilla and Derek say in unison.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

“Santiago, I need information on Saint.” “Yes, sir. I was able to recover more information about him. He is from America. He joined the army at fifteen; he was the sniper, the best sniper the army ever had. This would mean if he wanted you dead. You would be dead. At twenty-one, he worked for the CIA; he was their finest, then at twenty-five, he left. Two years later, he went to prison for killing an innocent man with his bare hands; he served fifteen years and got early parole. They call him a saint cause he chose every step of his life, meaning that he wanted to go to prison; every step in his life has been perfectly calculated. I checked for track records of Mr. Morningstar dealing with h

"My name is Santiago Torres. I'm the director of SSO." "I know, Nice to meet you, Mr. Santiago." David was a bit nervous but calmed enough to shook his hand. "I've always wanted to meet you to say thanks, your games have been very great, and I've enjoyed them for a long time," he said with a smile and trying to maintain a respectful tone at all times, Santiago just chuckled for a few seconds.

“Nathaniel, I made a life with Tim. I loved him. I still love him. I can’t just move on and be with someone else. I don’t know what he was thinking.” “He was thinking of you and your wants and needs. He told me that he has not been able to satisfy your needs for a long time. He felt bad about it because he knew your body has never grown tired where it can not do the things it used to. He knew you needed that love in your life, even if it was later on. He wanted me to be here for you now and, when you are ready, to be with you. I have waited 50 years for you, Dominique. I am here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Santiago clapped. Mateo pressed a button by the side of his top, "So you admit that you are Santiago De León." Mateo asked. "Yes I am, I am Santiago De León." Santiago smiled while answering the question. "And you are a drug lord who has been causing this country more harm than good." Mateo continued.

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

“We need to meet him.” Jericho agreed. A letter was sent to Santiago, inviting him to the estate. Three days later, he arrived. Santiago Del Fuego was tall, lean, and dressed in a tailored black suit. His presence was magnetic—calm, calculating, and undeniably Del Fuego. Jericho greeted him at the entrance. “You came.” “I always intended to,” Santiago said. “I’ve waited my entire life for this moment.” Maria joined them, her hand resting protectively on her belly.

*Santiago* I had left Nadia's room so she would feel a little comfortable because it seemed she acted kind of weird with my presence around. Going to my study room, I placed my head on my desk as the events that had happened yesterday came like flashes of light. I had rescued a girl that would have been hanging 6 feet above if I didn't get there the time I did with my team. Now that's bad of me, always forgetting to introduce myself. I'm Santiago Beckett, doctor and banker. I know it sounds weird but that was it!!

Leon laughed, walking to the window. "No I'm not!" I groaned, I wouldn't say teacher's pet, but I was competitive, a perfectionist and definitely a workaholic. "Leon Bailey," he said before turning to me. "You should go for it, you deserve it." He shrugged. I moved closer to him, standing by the side of the window. "But so should you, I think she will give it to you." I sighed. "Maybe, I am the worlds best SFO." Leon put his gun in his vest, turning to me. "I don't know if you know, I saved a colleague's life." He gave me a smirk. I pushed past him, going to the window.