Jealousy Turning Saints Into The Sea นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I trembled, my whole body trembled. Elaine? My Elaine? How could she? No. No. Elaine was my girl. She would never do that, she would never stand by something like Callisto or that damn phoenix. My nails sank into the face of that one in front of me and I saw him scream. "Don’t lie" growled "the saint of God would never cling to something like that!" "I SWEAR!" he cried as golden tears fell from his eyes "I SWEAR, MY LORD! I SWEAR! The saint and the phoenix... both cast me out, they threw me away and the phoenix sealed itself next to it..."

Thank God Norlan hired them. They were getting me closer to Kasmine. That was all that mattered. Even if I had to burn through every ounce of pride to accept it. “They’re not on land,” Saint confirmed. “He’s moving her across the sea.” “Which sea?” I asked through clenched teeth. “We’ll find out,” Kyrie said, already pulling up a digital maritime map. “But we just narrowed the search radius by ninety percent.” Saint’s eyes were still on the screen. “Now,” he said, in a voice lower than before, “we make the sea bleed.”

His knuckles whiten with tension as crewmembers exchange glances, worried by the turbulence they see in his face. He stands rooted, watching them with growing resentment. Gabriel's tall, commanding presence seems to overshadow everything, even the crashing sea. Amelia is right beside him, her chestnut hair whipped by the wind as they laugh together, a sound that digs into Lucas's heart like a claw. He clenches his fists, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he fights to control the jealousy roiling inside him.

He just hovers there, teasing, feeling the heat radiating from me. “How much longer can you hold out, Maeve?” he asks, his voice deep and calm. “We’re in the middle of the ocean. No one is coming. Not your father. Not your pride. Only us.” I pull on the ropes, feeling tears of pure frustration burn in my eyes. “You’re monsters.” Zion picks up a ripe strawberry, bites into it slowly, and lets the juice run down his chin. “We are,” he agrees, licking his lips. “But we’re your monsters. And you, princess, are ours.”

My stomach churned as I saw how the once peaceful faces turned to terror, how the attackers ravaged the community. My eyes finally rested on the last carving. It depicted a heavy, dark cloud pouring down rain, with water cascading from the sky in torrents. In that moment, it all made sense. The sea I stood before was not always a sea at all—it was once the home of the Capris coven. In their final act, the witches had flooded their own settlement, a desperate attempt to hide their lives from the ravages of war, and now, the sea covered what was once a vibrant community. A surge of anger and deep sadness rushed through me. I realized that I was standing on the grave of an entire people—a peopl

slips outta my mouth before I can catch it and my cheek heats up as his gaze shifts to mine. “You gotta be kidding me!” The first guy with green-eyes growl with his hand still on mine. His voice explodes across the room like thunder. “Hi Ric..” “Shut the hell up!” he roars, flipping his chair back like a man possessed. Oh. Shit. “The moon goddess is messing with me, right?! My mate…mine!...is yours too, Kai?! You always do this shit. Always crawling in and stealing what’s mine! Fuck you! Fuck your Alpha title!”

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

My vision blurred, the crowd pressing in, crushing me. The witch's laughter slithered into my mind. You're mine. But I wasn't. Not anymore. With one last surge of strength, I threw off the bodies, tearing free just as the winds howled and the ocean itself seemed to rise in response. A deep, ominous rumble rolled in from the shore, and suddenly it wasn't just us they feared anymore. Something was stirring in the seas, something ancient, something the villagers feared far more than us.