Santos On My Block Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I mean, I can smell her stink from afar.” Mr. Santos, however, stank even worse than Stinky Sally. The scent that he gave out fit his features - curly well-gelled hair, pompadour style ala Elvis Presley, trimmed moustache, Saudi-gold jewelries - the perfect contra vida in a Fernando Poe movie. “Fernando Poe, who I got to know from the movies that play all day in the television at the garage.” Polly talking to himself. He could say all these about Mr. Santos in his mind but he was terrified of him.

"Santos, if we're going to try building a different relationship, we have to be honest from the get-go. I'm being honest here. I went on a date. Big deal. But I found a restaurant I like, and I'd like to share that with you." He takes a deep breath and his knuckles start to return to a normal color. "I know. And I appreciate your honesty. The idea of another man kissing you, or touching you, or..." he swallows, "… or making love to you. I just have to not think about those things. I don't have a right to be angry or anything. I just have to pretend they didn't happen." "They didn't happen, Santos." He glances over at me a few times while trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Um, what parts?"

I groaned, hating myself for letting things spiral this far. A heavy sigh left my lips, and before I knew it, I had pulled up outside a lit pub. I stepped down from the car, pulling my hoodie over my face as I made my way to the entrance. Just as I was about to step inside, a bouncer blocked my path. “This is a restricted area,” he said, arms crossed over his chest. I pulled my hoodie back just enough for him to see my face. His eyes widened. “Santos,” he breathed. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”

"How many times do I have to say yes?" Santos walked towards me. He moved slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. When he was close enough that I could smell his scent—forest and rain and something darker—he stopped. "You storm into my office, interrupt my meeting, and demand that I have dinner with your parents?" "Yes." The room went quiet. Santos watched me, his expression unreadable. No smirk. No amusement. Just... watching. Then he laughed. Not a small laugh. A real one. Deep and warm and completely unexpected.

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.

Damon had never told her much about himself or his childhood, not like they had been doing much talking with them being barely able to get their hands off each other. “What kind of man is your boss, Santos.” “I do not think that I am in the best position to answer such question, ma’am.” “You can relax, it’s just both of us and you can call me Serena. Calling me ma’am makes me seem very old, don’t you think?” “I’m afraid that is one line I cannot cross.” “Tell me, what kind of man is your boss.” “Ruthless” Santos said simply. Serena started at the way he had said such word and then went silent.

said Santos in his heart and began to fall. "How can you still be stubborn? Or do you want me to kill you all ? I honestly don't matter if that's what I have to do," Athes said to Santos. Santos is in a state of doubt between wanting to give up without a fight or he will run out of strength and die in this place right now. "Insolent" Said Santos in his heart. "I give up Ahhhhhhh" Said Santos. Looks shocked on the faces of the audience and the hosts and the referee.

They were already closing in. Santos hadn’t been bluffing. I was running out of time.

They can only be impressed by emotional bullshit and stupid thoughtful gestures. “How many girls have you brought up here and told those exact lines to?" She scoffed. Santos shook his head. “None, you're the first woman I brought to my roof." He knew she didn't believe him of course. “So what's your story?" She picked her glass. “Enough about the sad stories.” " Really?” " To be fair, I wanted to get to know you and you didn't want anything to do with me.” He smiled. " That's cheap.”

Instead, the door burst open behind me, and I turned, gasping in relief. “Santos,” I whispered. He strolled in like he owned the place, flanked by two of his men. “Well, well,” he said, eyes raking over Rose. “I gotta say, I like you. Sexy and fierce. Dangerous combo.” Rose didn’t lower the gun. Santos raised his hands playfully. “Easy now. I’m not here to ruin the party. But we need a word with our friend here.” He turned to me. “No offense, Benny boy, but I need a private chat.”