Blind Saint Novels & Stories

"You will undo everything you've done to yourself, Sophia. Or so help me, if you go feral, I will kill you with my bare hands" ******************************************

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

Saint scolds. "Because out there? It isn't a keyboard and a screen. It’s lead and blood." Studying him, the relaxed posture and the quiet confidence, a different question forms. "Why Saint? Because you have the patience of one?" He chuckles, a low, rich sound. "Because I deliver miracles on the asphalt. When an op goes to hell and the bullets are flying, I’m the patron saint of getting the team out alive." "Modest." "No need for bullshit modesty when you know you’re the best. Besides, Butcher took a scary name, and Kirill doesn't need one. He just walks into a room and people start praying."

Adrian stood in the advisory chamber, staring at Piotr’s video replaying in a silent loop. “That man will never forgive himself,” Adrian said. Malcolm didn’t look away from the data. “He won’t have to do it alone.” Adrian’s voice sharpened. “That’s not the same thing.” Malcolm finally turned. “No,” he said. “It’s better.” At the Sanctuary, the fracture ran deeper than before. Because this time, Bastion wasn’t attacking compassion. It was offering mercy. And mercy was harder to argue against. The Reykjavík doctor spoke first.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

“Please try to understand.” she know me. How could she not? I opened this hospital. My voice was rough. “Who is she?” The doctor hesitated, then spoke quietly. “Her name is Misthi. She has acute lymphoblastic leukemia.” My chest tightened. I didn’t go in. I stood there, numb. Then I reached into my pocket, fumbling not for a gun, but for something else. I took out a small unicorn teddy, the favorite toy of my Misthi. I didn’t know where she really was, but the thought of that toy in her hands eased something inside me.

I tried to touch him but he shoved my hand away "Your ways?? Like selling your body??" He scoffed I felt hurt that he thought that way. Why can't he just get whatever bad image or scene of me he has in his head. "I'm changed now Blake. I'm no longer the lady I used to be." I made puppy face at him "That won't work" He referred to the face I made "And you lost the right to call me by that name ever since you left me for that lowlife" His eyes blazed and I got scared

Sir Ainsworth said, nodding at Sir Frost with a pleased twinkle in his eye, “Sir Celestine, Miss Brighton and Sir Brighton shall accompany you to carry the trial out. Inform us as soon she will be executed… and since no priests are available at this moment, Miss Brighton can try to pray for your soul.” Miss Brighton frowned, “What if I don’t want to?” Sir Crossram inclined his head, “Then don’t.” “You cannot do this to me,” Ysabel cried out upon processing the knight’s words, realizing they did not intend to help her–at all, “I AM THE QUEEN–!”

—Please, girls, listen to me. —What do you want, you damn monster? You think we’ll listen after seeing you hit Kate? You’re insane! —It wasn’t me... —Oh, sure! And I’m a virgin —Ally snapped, glaring at him. —I have proof —Bastien pulled out his phone and showed them the video where his double was putting on his clothes. —Ha! AI can do that. Don’t take us for fools. —Please... —Bastien dropped to his knees in front of everyone, crying on the pavement—. I’m begging you. If you know anything about her, please tell me. I’m dying without her.

Relax against LeBlanc. His hand frees my mouth and moves to the side. He grabs something, but I can't see what. Space is so limited that I can't even turn around. When LeBlanc's hand returns, I can see that he has brought the vial of holy water. He pours some of the liquid on his own index finger. LeBlanc brings his newly "sanctified" finger closer. He makes the sign of the cross on my forehead, and at that moment I can't contain my laughter. It has to be the greatest sin anyone ever committed in the church.