Blind Saint Novels & Stories

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

I will work nonstop to bring Valentino and who ever the fuck helped him in this attack to their knees before the women they turned me into They will scream out the name Qiabla as they beg for mercy while I cut, burn and maim their Besh until their hearts stop beating "FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE LOST SOME ONE FROM YOUR ANTORAGE PLEASE NOTE THAT WE WILL BE HELPING IN THEIR COST OF BARRIEL" IR'S the least I can do for the loved ones of the men lost here today. "AS FOR THE MEN WHO BELONG TO NEITHER OF OUR GROUPS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF AND DESPOSED OF PROPERLY" Vic finishes then hand me a glass of water while leading me to a chair. "You did so fucking good doll I'm so proud of you, but you do

he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed. I nodded, my gaze jumping to a spot just beyond his shoulder and settling there. The statue of Christ nailed to the cross, it was standing proudly by the alter. I walked to one of the pews and sat down, crossing my legs as though in my home. "That's not a proper way to sit in the presence of the Lord, Mr Raeken." I ignored his comment. As a matter of fact, I was allowing the whole thing play out the way it had to. "You mean, God will actually forgive a thief who's been stealing for so many years?"

Her desperate pleas echoed, questioning the severity of her perceived wrongdoing and the seemingly unending torment she was enduring. “Will no one come to help me? Is my sin so grave that I deserve this punishment? When will it end? Where will it end?" ____ Engrossed in his work, Ahil lost track of time, unaware that night had descended. Continuing his tasks late into the night, he remained oblivious to the numerous calls from his concerned mother, who desperately tried to reach him. Unbeknownst to her, Ahil had intentionally turned off his phone.

Wilfred wasn't moving. It would later be confirmed that Wilfred was paralyzed from the neck down. Alexandra felt so bad about paralyzing him. Stephanie wanted Alexandra dead, and she couldn't believe that her firstborn was paralyzed. Her dad kept telling her and Stephanie that it was a clean hit and there wasn't anything Alexandra could've done differently to keep Wilfred from being paralyzed. Wilfred had lowered his head, and he was paralyzed.

“Cause he is a devil who wants to hunt my boy” “And you agreed to kill one man for him?” Though it was hard to believe, but Eamon had always heard stories and in them, tales of what mothers could do for their kids. “It is either that or Christopher kills me…” the inmate revealed. Driven by the sound of it, Eamon scoffed. Between the Devil and the deep blue sea. What are the odds? “Druman you mean?” he asked. “Christopher” the inmate maintained. Humming, the agent nodded his head. “Christo-pher…” he pronounced slowly. As in Saint Christopher, patron saint of travelers. “Does Christopher look like this guy?” Eamon asked immediately, bringing out the photograph of some tough looking old man wit

But it was something. "I will never betray your trust," Brigail said. "I swear it." "There, there." Pam patted twice more and then drew back with an expression of elaborate suffering. "I'm going to smell like sardines for a week. Chanel No. 5 will not save me." Brigail laughed. It came out a little wet. She wiped her eyes fast and pulled her bag onto her shoulder. "I got the moral. Eli Michealson is a saint."

he said, and the others were asked to leave. "The hand of the Almighty is upon Binta. She has a great destiny. The gods are protecting her. She has never sought out services for charms. She is pure. Her heart and soul are pure. She is a true blessing." He explained, then turned to my father and said, "you need to protect her from Bamali. She will be his nemesis, and he knows that. He will do anything to get her out of the way. His hatred for her is palpable, and he is acting on it. Beware." He warned, and my father was silent. I knew he was in shock. Although I was happy that she would not be sacrificed, I developed a new fear. The fear of the unknown.

I pass by Priest’s prized black Tesla and make my way to his office. Several men in jumpers wave as I pass by. Once I reach Priest’s office door, I step in without knocking. “Priest, this better be good because I was in the middle of something.” Priest is one of the top trainers in the Confradia. We met seven years ago while he was working on a case. I was fairly new to the Confradia. Priest was on a mission, and I needed some help. He pulled me out of some real deep shit. Let’s just say he wasn’t happy and took it upon himself to make sure I didn’t kill myself. Priest is a badass. To add to his myth, the fucker used to be blind. Yeah, I said it; up to several months ago, he was blind. Even

He could send them off, towards Caitlin. He leaned over, held Scarlet’s shoulders, and looked her in the eye, firmly, mustering all the intensity he could to try to convince this strong-willed girl. “You are a brave little girl,” Blake said. “You are fearless. I know that. And there’s no other little girl in the world that I would ask to do this. But I know you’re special. I know that you can handle it. Am I right?” Blake had sensed her pride, her fearlessness, and he wanted to appeal to it.