บททั้งหมดของ NO SAINTS HERE (Lustful chapters): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The city lights blinked through the glass walls of the elevator, a glowing world beneath her feet. Floxy leaned against the railing, a sigh slipping past her lips as her gloved hand pressed to her forehead. She was drained to the bone.For two years she had worked in the city’s most expensive hotel. Cleaning rooms, scrubbing stains that weren’t hers, smiling when she didn’t want to. The penthouse wasn’t new to her, she had cleaned it before. But tonight… something felt different.She went about her duty as always, dusting, folding, arranging. Until she entered the bathroom.Her steps slowed. The giant tub gleamed like a jewel under the light, steam still curling in the air from a guest long gone. It called to her in a way she couldn’t ignore.It was the last hour of her shift. Her uniform clung to her sweaty skin, her back ached, and her head throbbed. She bit her lip, trying to shove the thought away. But her eyes kept dragging back to that tub.She knew what would happen if she was

“Ciara, honey, we should leave now if we’re going to make it on time!” Dad called from the living room.Ciara took one last look in the mirror. The red bodycon dress hugged every inch of her hourglass figure. Being plus-size never stopped her from owning her curves — if anything, it made her more striking. She was the replica of her mother, only younger: pretty face, heavy breasts, thick hips, and a perfect bubble butt. At just eighteen, she was already a gorgeous piece of work, and tonight she planned to prove her worth.Tonight was the twenty-fifth anniversary of D.C. Enterprises, the company where her father had worked as head driver for ten years. One of the largest in the country. One of the most powerful.“You look amazing, honey,” Dad said as she descended the stairs.“Thanks, Dad,” she smiled.“All right, let’s go,” Mom added, already heading for the door.The entire ride, Ciara’s heart raced. She had one plan tonight, and she prayed it would play out perfectly. It had been

Eloise’s pov The neon lights flashed across the soaked, busy streets, and dusk had fallen quicker than usual. I stood by the window, overlooking how people ran to find shelter from the sudden downpour. The soft music of the bar echoes from a distance, a reminder of where I had chosen to spend my evening. “Miss, your order.” The waiter hauls me out of my thoughts. “Thank you.” As I sipped on my fifth glass of champagne for the evening, my mind spiraled back to three days ago. The fight with Lesley, my husband’s sister. I was never the person to begin an argument, but she'd called me barren. Erin, my so-called husband, sat and watched without a word. Three years of a stupid marriage I never asked to be part of. At only twenty, my father had sold me to the leader of a cartel. Erin Stark. The fattest human I had ever laid eyes on. He was old, with broken brown teeth, and very ugly. I promised never to have his child, so I took the after pills often, and now, after three years, I'

“Your lover is your husband's half brother?!” Lucy whispers in shock. We were both in the kitchen where I had managed to escape to, breaths heavy as dread gripped me. “Don Erin would kill you both without thinking twice.” “I know that.” Lucy was already crying at this point, not what I needed. But unlucky for us, Lesley walked in right at that moment. “What are the tears for?” “None of your business,” I shot back at her. Yet she ignores me and walks up to Lucy, who looked away. “Has your mistress had another miscarriage?” I saw red at her words and almost landed a slap, but Erin caught through the tension. “All of you, get lost now. Except you, wife.” Lucy was first to bolt, then the witch—but not before sneering at me. “You don't seem to enjoy our party,” he began, eyes never leaving me. “You misunderstand. It is amazing,” I lied, but I bet he saw through my façade. He knew me too well to not understand my uneasiness. “Perhaps my brother’s presence unsettles

“Your Grace, you should at least smile. It is, after all, your party.” Harper spoke as she helped me dress. Tonight, the castle was hosting a ball in celebration of both my birthday and Ellie's. Strange, how she was born on the exact same day I was. “Tonight, the castle celebrates my young niece who turns eighteen. I should be at the border, backing patrol, rather than joining the party. I’m too old for this.” Harper laughed. “You should live more, husband. Perhaps you might find your spark again.” Those words echoed in my head, even as Silver announced our presence and we strolled into the ballroom, crammed with exotic guests from across the world. My gaze roamed until it found her. Gods. She was breathtaking. Ellie wore a long, midnight-blue gown that clung to her curves like silk poured over fire. Her jet-black hair was swept up in soft waves, crowned with a delicate silver tiara that shimmered under the chandeliers. She looked every bit the enchantress—dangerous, and pe