Santiago Nasar Novels & Stories

I pointed out, my patience thinning out with their endless rantings. "Then why is the deserter still alive!" The fifth elder yelled, slamming his fists against his throne. "Shame on you Nikolai! Nathan would truly have been a better ruler!" Ragnar burned with rage indignantly, but I calmed him down momentarily. The elders were still seen as the messengers of the goddess. I couldn't kill them off. Yet. "And now after bringing back in this deserter, she's still kept alive." The head elder continued amidst the outburst. "Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?"

Xavier leaned against the doorpost, arms crossed over his chest, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he observed Selena's subtle reactions—the slight flaring of her nostrils, the barely perceptible tension in her shoulders. "You know, Selena," Xavier said conversationally, "Santiago here is something of an artist. He says pain is like music—it has rhythm, tempo, crescendos. I've always found that... poetic." Santiago finished arranging his tools, each placed with professional precision. He turned to Selena, his eyes empty and cold—the eyes of a man who had long ago lost any connection to human empathy. His lips curved upward in what should've been a smile, though it never reached tho

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

Santiago had been playing with his phone but paused when he noticed her movements. Hearing his voice, Yaslyn was startled and squinted her tired eyes into the dimly lit room. She realized he was still there. "I'm done. I'm heading home now. You should go home too." She waved her hand dismissively, showing no intention of letting him accompany her. "I've been waiting here for quite a while. Was it just to watch you work?" Santiago said with a bright smile, boldly grabbing her bag and shutting down her computer without waiting for her approval. "That's it. I'm giving you a ride home."

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

This man is dedicated to his job. "But, sir, we have a Capital Reserve given," Nicole reminds him and I resist the urge to roll my eyes hard. "We have SPR by issuing shares on premium, you dumb Nicole," I mutter under my breath, looking down at my desk on which I have been carving hearts and stars a moment back. "Yes, Nicole, but we've earned SPR by issuing shares on premium," he explains, "you should've asked Ms. Dawson, I'm sure she got it clear." When I raise my eyelashes to peer at him, I cannot help but sigh. His hearing ability is very sharp. He even heard me muttering under my breath.

It would take away all the power they thought they had and leave them ruined. Using his vast network of contacts and his influence in the business world, Santiago moved his pieces overnight. With each strategic move, he was undermining the foundations of Oswaldo Ibañez's business, closing all doors and having all debts collected and he would stop working with anyone who did not break ties with him.

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

“I’m going to do it, but on one condition.” Santiago frowned but then agreed. “Okay. What is it?” “Are you native to this place?” “Yes, born and raised.” “Show me around.” A broad grin extended across his face. “That … would be an honor,” he replied. It was Annaliese’s turn to frown hearing his reply. “How so? As if you know me.” “Umm… to be honest, I’m your follower, Annaliese,” Santiago revealed himself, making her gasp. “I never expected to see you here in person. I’ve been following you for almost two years now. Hardcore fan.”

she suggested. “Fabricated?” Santiago leaned closer, curiosity etched across his face. “Yes, I mean there’s no witness,” she shrugged. “There was… a witness,” he tried to recall something. “Who?” Constanza pressed. “Nina… I think she knew…” Constanza let out a chuckle like Santiago was a clown who had just said something very funny. “Nina is dead, Santiago.” She reminded him. He nodded slightly with a shrug. “Yeah, she is dead.”