Novel & Cerita The Santi

“Where are you? Don’t go to the pack. We were attacked, honey. Stay at home. I will come to you soon.” “Is your house far from your pack community?” I asked Santi. “Yes. Our house is in town.” “Good.” “What’s going on?” the woman, Santa, asked. “Stay in the house. Santi and I are safe. I love you, honey. I will see you soon.” He ended the call. “Let’s go to my office.”

Santi’s other hand is still on my collar pressing harder in my jaw, he’s a bit taller than me and even at his age he’s still strong enough to beat me. “SANTI! SANTI! SANTI!” His friends suddenly chanted as if they were betting on which horses should win. Based on the tone of their voices, they are having fun on the commotion in front of their eyes. I clenched my jaw but I remained my composure and continued to plaster a blank face so Santi would never think that I am being frightened by him. I watch them both exchanging dreadful stares on each other as both of their hands are trembling in anger. Santi seems to be considering something in his head, his face is burning in anger and deep in his

Santi stared at Uno in disbelief; it was the first time he'd seen a smile on Uno's lips. "Why don't you go back to your room to rest, el señor?" Santi said. Uno silently went to his car, a slight smile on Santi's face as he followed.

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

She seemed to be satisfied that he was apparently oblivious. “Daddy, I’m stealing Mommy for no reason,” she said, standing up, and flashing her most innocent smile at him. “Uncle Santi has something for you.” Uncle Santi was Santiago. All of the Mayloni was either uncle or aunt. Their other halves were regarded the same way because of how close we all were. We kissed Jackson and hurried to the suite.

If they was anyone Angelo feared like he was being set on fire, it was these men. Their mere name used to send him into a fit of manic behavior which he always took out on me. I met them only once in my lifetime and I'd never forget it. I heard about them again when I first married Rino. Grace told me a lot about them but then they were at war with the Garcia's. “They're not from here though." I noted quietly and he stared at me before nodding. “It's tradition. The Santis are originally from here so the bride wanted to have her wedding here, close to her dead father." Rino sounded even more bored as he spoke like the sentiments behind the entire thing was an i

None of his two colleagues were doing great either. " I agreed with the idea of introducing another monster " Santana said gently. His grey hair was neatly combed and his suit were pressed and neat but that doesn't makes him less sad and downcast. " Who is this man you have arranged to go after Konstantin Dmitri? " For some seconds Mattia didn't speak as he took his time to reply. " Maximo Santino " Stunned totally by Mattia's response, Santana and Carlos shared a horrified glance. " You are kidding, why would you call in a Mafia Boss into this? " Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can'

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

Bruno replied. "Promise pinky swear," Santi said, extending his little finger. Bruno smiled at his son's promise, extended his own finger, and interlocked it with Santi's. "A pinky swear can't be broken; it's sacred," Santi said with utmost seriousness. "Okay, we'll never break it," Bruno tried not to laugh; it was a very serious matter for his son. Nicole heard them arrive, and Santi excitedly started telling her what the captain had told them.

I'm sure Xander would be surprised to see me here. "I think that's them, let's bring these out." I nodded excitedly. She came out first with the plate containing cookies and cupcakes. I was already smiling while following her. That's why I was stunned to see who was next to Xander and talking to him with a smile. Wearing a dirty white v-neck shirt, faded jeans, and black boots covered with dirt is Santi. He’s sitting on the single sofa. My hands trembled when his gaze met mine. His grin also gradually dissolved and he stared at me seriously. I quickly looked away and turned to Xander. He has that worried look on his face. I smiled at him though.