Novel & Cerita Santos On My Block

“Marcus is dead.” There was a pause. Then a quiet chuckle. “That’s what you thought.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Who are you?” I demanded. “My name is Santos,” he replied calmly. “I’m a private investigator.” “Hired by who?” “Someone who wants to bring hell to your doorstep.” I stepped back and looked through the peephole. He was tall. Clean-cut. Dressed in a dark suit like he belonged in courtrooms and boardrooms. He stood casually, hands in his pockets, completely relaxed.

He knows he ought to be at peace and at the same time he's trying to embrace her family the way she's doing but something in him, his guts and instincts tell him that something is off, terribly off but he can't put his finger to it. Just yet at least. "Mr Santinello..." He snaps up his head as he hears his name being called by Reese Anderson. "Nice to meet you in the flesh once again, I wasn't able to speak to you at all when we first met, and please, do accept our apologies for the circumstances at the time. You're a pretty handsome man." Reese compliments and holds out his hands for an handshake. Lucas glances at Mika who shrugs before taking it. "Mr Anderson, good to meet you once again..

He said full anger. Santos make his way to Analina’s room to deliver the presents that he bought for her. He knocks on the door, and she quickly answers. “Hi, these are for you.” “You should not have. I had something that I could have worn, you did not need to go through all this trouble.” She said shyly. “That’s ok, I wanted to spoil you. I’m going to go get ready then I have some final additions to do then I’ll come back to get you.” “Ok, I’ll be ready.” He leaves her and goes to his room and as he turns the corner he sees his brother staring at him. “Hey.” Santos said. “Date tonight?” Andros asked. “Yeah, will you be back tonight or are you staying in your own room?” He asked Andros to t

Santos decided to behave since she was the mother of his girlfriend but it was really hard as he had not shot his load for days. He guided the mature woman to the den and they sat down on the sofa. He was wearing some gym shorts and a t-shirt. He had to be careful in order to make his cock unnoticeable. Gabriella sat on the sofa a few feet from him and smiled as she looked at him. “Santos, I know that you and Marcia are good friends,” she said. “Yes Mrs. Vives, I like Marcia a lot,” he replied and she smiled once again.

She stands up and I humor her by letting her think pulling on my hands is helping me to my feet as well. "Hey, Rookie," Santos calls, using the nickname I haven't answered to in over a year. I stop and looks at him, unsure where this conversation is about to go. "Congratulations, man. I'm happy for you." He bumps fists with me and I feel a certain relief. Relief that someone else knows the best secret I've ever kept and is excited for me. And relief that maybe Santos is finally seeing the error of his ways and he's going to stop being a dick. Maybe he can earn my respect back. With that thought, I extend an olive branch I know he'll appreciate.

My heart raced as I whispered, “How is Ellie?” Santos’ smile faltered for just a moment, his eyes flickering with something dark and dangerous before the smile returned, colder than before. “Don’t worry about my sister,” he said, his voice tight. “Ellie understands there are consequences to her actions.” The way he said it sent a chill down my spine. It was so cold that it didn’t even sound like he was talking about his own sister. His smile, I realized, was a mask, hiding whatever darkness was lurking beneath the surface. I realized then that Santos was no different from Carmine—maybe even worse.

Santiago The car came to a screeching halt in front of the Bandas gates. I strutted out of the car with one of my guards behind me. I presumed that the security team inside had seen me. Their eyes were glued on me as they gave feedback to one another. "Lord San of the Castillo Mafia," one of the guards said and I nodded. "How can I help you?" Another one asked and I looked up sharply. I kept my cool and responded, "I am here to see Lord Antonio Palmer."

“The scars are still there.” Santos looked at her, his expression resolute. “No more, my child. No one will hurt you again. Caleb Alcantara will pay for what he’s done.”

“Well, you can not eat and swim, baby” “I will swim first, mummy” “It is fine, ma'am. I will take him. You both have fun. I will stay with him” Camila and I stared at each other and I didn't want him to feel like I was bothering him. “Oh, it is fine.. Um.. What is your name?” I asked curiously. “You can call me Santos, madam” He said with a soothing smile “Santos, you do need to..” “It is just over there, ma'am. I insist, please”

Santos's voice was soft, sincere, and for a moment it seemed to bleed through the dense haze of anger that came with being around the orangette. The bluenet considered the man at his bedside, the only person he knew of, aside from his ma, to show up so far to see him. They hated each other, yet here he was. Gunner frowned slightly. That was the problem with Santos. He was an odd mix of heroic good guy, too school for cool, and a defiant, scene-stealing know-it-all. Everything about the younger man rifled Gunner's nerves. And yet here he was, all subdued and sincere and sticky and vulnerable in front of Gunner, asking for his divine forgiveness for something that it hadn't even occurred to hi