Novel & Cerita Raphael Santiago

I get up from the bench and turn to talk to them. “Hey Jason what’s up?” “Not much just getting a pump in you know? I didn’t know you lifted.” “Who’s this?” Sean asks. “It's my boy Pablo. We have art together. He’s chill.” Jason says. “Who?” “He goes to our school, dude. He’s the only Mexican at our school.” “Oh that guy! I thought his name was Juan.” “No idiot. It's Pablo. Isn't that right Pablo?” I stay quiet for a moment. Were they having a conversation about me, in front of me?

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver. “Now, I did say the family is invited David, and whether you like it or not, Narissa is a part of this family even if she is or isn’t your first born, she is Sophia's sister and Sophia is our son's mate. So can we please just sit through a meal, and if you want to kill each other after fine, but I want one meal together before that.” the Luna moved from her seat, walking towards Sophia and I. “You both are welcome here tonight, come sit and let's eat.” She leads us towards the table, shooting David daggers in warning him to try and throw another tantrum.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

“If we ever cross paths, you’ll be a dead man, Keith.” “Oh, gosh, that’s funny!” Someone laughed on the phone, and I realized it wasn’t Keith. He gave his cell phone to somebody else because he was a coward and a loser. So, I took a wild guess and scoffed. “Chris.” “Rafael Sterling. You’re not as scary as I imagined when I saw you. People kept telling me you were a tall man with one eye, but when I saw you—” He chuckled. “You reminded me of my little nephew. You’re cute with little muscles, that’s all.”

I try to calm my nerves. I lift my chin. “Why not?” “Because I will not offer it to you again.” I choke out a laugh. “Why would I want this?” The firelight from a nearby torch dances across his eyes. “You have no friends here, little rabbit. Ethan is gone. Fiona is gone. John is weak. And Ethan is not as well liked as he may think. There are many more animals like Vladimir who will take advantage of the situation you find yourself in.” “What makes you any better than Vladimir?”

Ace kissed her cheek before walking to where his brothers stood. “you look beautiful” he whispered, the moment she stood in front of him. Camila grinned. “you don’t look too bad yourself” she replied earning a small chuckle from him. “we are gathered here to witness the marriage of Roman Romero and Camila Santiago” the priest started. He read all the marriage rites and had the couple repeat after him, he led Camila in her vows but when it was Roman’s turn, he pulled out a paper from his pocket. He’d written special vows.

Santiago took a sip from his coffee, placing it firmly down with a soft clink. “Now,” he announced. “I believe a formal introduction is in order.” He took my hand, gently, halting right before his lips. "Santiago Morales – as you already know" he said, his Spanish accent wrapping around each syllable like silk over steel, "but most people call me El León." There was something in the way he said it that told me they didn't call him that for nothing. “And you, la nueva chica?” “Valerie,” I said softly.

a another loud applause followed, “Paolo Conan of Hardcross and Hummel Grant from Hasbroros.” Justin grunted. “—and presenting the award, we welcome Justin Santiago of SAN limited to the stage.” He froze.

Her eyes scanned the document—and then stopped, frozen. **It was a birth certificate.** The name: *Sophia Elise Romano.* Mother: *Eva Romano.* Father: *CONFIDENTIAL.** Another file. Blood analysis. A 99.9% match. Her throat went dry. **Rafael Santiago.** “What the hell…” she whispered, heart slamming in her chest. A shadow passed behind her. She turned—and Rafael was standing there, half-dressed, eyes dark as obsidian. “I was going to tell you,” he said quietly.