Novel & Cerita Santos On My Block

“Just call the sailor and tell him to be ready. I don't want to get stranded at the riverbank waiting for him to show up.” “Of course!” She smiled as she trotted forward and hugged me. “You're such a darling!” I smiled at her. I was about to say something else when the door opened and Santos walked in. My heart fled from my chest. “Oh, Santos, my boy!” His mother was already rushing to him and hugging him. Santos had to bend down and took the hug good-naturedly. “You look good, Mother,” he said with a kind smile. Then his eyes lifted and found mine.

This was my fresh start, or at least the best version I could manage after running. My phone lay beside me like a loaded gun. I picked it up, thumb hovering. G****e had shown me everything two nights ago at the airport. Ryder Santos. A Billionaire, and founder of Santos Global. The man whose hands had gripped my hips in that club bathroom now appeared on every business site, sharp jaw and expensive suits.

**ANTONY SANTOS**. "I'll drop you off at your place. We can talk on the way." I sighted the SUV from my end. He better have a damn good explanation. "I can literally hear you puffing from here, it's not like you can beat me up." He joked behind me.

Britany Santos glanced at him, "it seems that he skipped work on the first day. Young man, do you still have a little love from your compatriots? Why don't you help your dear brother-in-law share some work?" Bright Santos got goose bumps when he was stimulated by Britney Santos's tone. "Please don't talk to me in this tone in the future, will you? Listening to you talk like this every day can shorten my life by ten years." "It's only ten years. It seems that I still have room for progress."Britany Santos glanced at him, "fasten your seat belt." "Yes." Bright Santos fastened his seat belt and looked at Britney Santos's side face focused on driving. "What's the case today? His face is so smell

My eyes widened when I opened the door to see Santos stood tall in a black suit with a limousine parked up at the end of the driveway. “Santos, oh my god! what are you doing here. Carrie was meeting you in New York.” “Change of plan, I didn’t want her travelling on her own. You look tired Luna, have you slept?” Santos questioned “WHO IS IT” Carrie shouted from the kitchen. I smiled slightly at Santos, did I really look tired i thought, was I really letting myself go that much. I stepped aside to allow him in, I could see him scanning the house as he entered, a look of approval on his face.

Santos leaning against the terrace, a lit cigarette in his mouth, with no intention of pursuing her. In the darkness, Mr. Santos leaned against the wall, phone to his ear. “It’s done.” A man’s voice replied, “You didn’t touch her, did you?” Mr. Santos smirked, “Relax. I wouldn’t risk the Santos family’s future for a woman.” “It seems prison hasn’t changed you at all.”

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

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

How Oliver made her happy that night. “Stop it please" Erica said. “Noooo…I'm cumming. Fuck you! Ahhhh .." Erica stopped crying and continued to cry. “What's wrong with you ?! You’ve change!" Her client said angrily. She still didn't say a word and lit Cigarette while her tears were still dripping. “Here's your money, maybe it will be the last time.anyway Thanks I need to go Said Mr.Santos. She couldn't quite imagine that in an instant she would return to this job. Her whole body was tired and sore because of Mr. Santos' sadism.She always looked at her cellphone and hoped that Oliver would at least call or text her but even hello she did not receive anything.