Life Saviour Novels & Stories

he added with a concern in his voice. He is Vonn Richard the one who don’t care anybody, but why is he caring this woman today. What is in this woman that she got my attention. Shit! he whispered to his self as he watching and waiting to her answer. “ No! let them think that I am dead.” She finally answered. I don’t want them to find out that I’m alive and mess up the opportunity I’ve been given.” She added with a soft voice. Ring..ring.. Vonn’s cellphone chirped.

The sky spat light rain at the pair and all the men and woman outside the bar, it wasn't cold - not for Scar and Lani. Their heads stayed together as Scar rubbed Lani's sides gently whilst she reached and grabbed his side gun holster. It was a sign of where he belonged - SOS SCAR. He was a Son of Satan and theoretically, Lani should hate it but she didn't, she loved that he was dedicated to something that was unknown to her. Scar kissed her head as it bowed to look at his holster and the intricate designs on it. How she had this much of an effect on him was beyond his knowledge, she truly captivated him and brought him out of the hole he was drowning in.

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

He kissed her hair and hugged her tighter, while she hugged him, grasping his back like her life was depending on it. "...Luka also said that while he was doing so Benjamin was also caught with another woman. And those women magically disappear, Luka said there was money trail to their account from one of his father's offshore's account..." He kept on explaining to her hoping that she would not feel bad about herself. That this was way beyond her, that he was truly a sick and abusive man and that it was not her fault. "...by killing him, you just save another woman's life. This could be the best thing that could happen to the other women he was having affairs with...baby look at me..."

His comrades followed him there. “Cali, any progress?” Amadeus asked when got seated on his swivel chair. “Oh right, about that. Give me a second,” Cali answered and proceed to his laptop. After that, he then connected a projector to his laptop for us to get a bigger view. “Name confirmed Amore Intima. She’s 21 years old. Mother, Diana Intima. Father, Alec Intima. She’s the only child and her family was both killed and there’s no news of who killed her parents. After her parents are killed, she was taken care of by her uncle, Robert Alister,” Cali explained as pictures of the said people are being shown on the projector.

“I'm sorry, as much as I wanted to help you. I can't meddle with their lives. I have no power to do that. The Creator. He's the only one who decides if they will live or not." Kairos was suddenly gone. Then I found myself walking to the chapel of the hospital. Right now, all I could do is to pray and beg for Him. The one that Kairos called The Creator. "Kairos says you're a forgivable God," I said as I kneeled on the pew. "He says You're a God of second chances. And You listen to everyone. So, please, if… if You're listening right now. I'm begging you to spare Lenos and Caren's lives. Please save them. They both deserve to live."

“Ms. Livingston, we are honored to be in your presence and in the presence of the Great Warrior Child. I am Raphael, Lead Savior, and this is Cassiel and Zadkiel, Saviors as well.” They each nodded in turn, and she marveled at how they were so similar in stature and mannerism, yet each had their own individual style. From suit pants to jeans, dress shirts to T-shirts. Combined, they hurt her eyes with their handsomeness.

she asked casually. “What do you want, Tiana?” Sarah demanded, though her voice trembled. Tiana tilted her head slightly. “Your life,” she said simply. The words landed like a cold blade. Sarah shivered involuntarily as she took a step backward. Her eyes darted briefly around the empty street as if hoping someone, anyone, might appear. But the road remained silent. “No one is coming to save you now,” Tiana said calmly, almost as if reading her thoughts. “Your life is in my hand right now.”

"Why does it hurt so much if I’m supposed to be a savior?" "Savior?" The physician let out a sharp, jagged laugh that dissolved into a violent coughing fit. "Valerius doesn't want a savior. He wants a containment vessel. You are a biological scrubbing pad. Once you’re full, you don't 'save' anything. You just become a walking plague bomb."

Another piece of a life I was still uncovering. Life did not pause for me, it never had. And eventually… Neither did I. Sierra Smith had become a name people knew, not because of rumors, not because of scandal—But because of what I had built for these past years. I was no longer Belvania Smith, no longer Bella but I am Sierra, a businesswoman. Steady, composed, and capable business woman. Kind when I chose to be… but no longer someone others could take advantage of. I had taken everything back; every asset, every company and everything that once belonged to my family.