Reluctant Saint Novels & Stories

My mind seemed to travel, so I couldn’t understand her very well. “W-What did you say again?” Yes, it seems obvious that I understand little of what she said, but I understand the devil she’s talking about. Does she define herself? She doesn’t look like a devil to me. Or maybe I’m just mistaken? I was even more stunned by what she said. My chin may have landed on the floor because I was barely gaping. He speaks as a man does. “I am no saint. I am a devil ready to take your soul.”

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

I looked at the deadbolt. "Oh, for f**k’s sake, don't give me that look!" Ignatius slammed the bottle onto the table. Red wine splattered my ruined shirt. "I’m trying here! I’m being the man you fell for. The one who protected you. The Saint. Remember? I was your goddamn Saint!"

Adrian was silent. Lucian sighed, his hands dropping to his sides. “I get it,” he muttered. “You panicked.” Adrian looked away. I stared at him for a long moment, my anger melting away. Adrian Knight, the man who never faltered, never looked lost or terrified, never feared anything, never looked shattered even when his company was burnt down. He now looks like a mess. And suddenly, I understood. Adrian wasn’t just panicking or shattered He was praying for the first time.

He could fuck off for all I care. Saint's anger isn't just about the stolen watch. The problem with Saint is... What belongs to him, he keeps. People. Loyalty. Objects. Name it. One stolen item, like a Rolex, isn’t about the object. It’s about the power imbalance he cannot tolerate. I think it's time to visit that town again. But I'll do that just after Alpha Rollins' marriage to his newfound love. Saint was never interested in knowing who his new stepmother was going to be. He never even made an attempt to research her background or anything about her.

Why would these people suddenly fail him? Merv and Travis looked at each other. Travis smiled. "I know you've always been unhappy with me, but it's no reason to be in a hurry to do anything to me. I'm still the Saint, after all. Do you think you stand to benefit from anything by offending me?" "You…" Stoke was struck dumb. He looked at Merv and the other disciples. There were unfriendly looks on their faces. Travis was right. He was still the Saint. Wren had ordered him to take Travis back, not punish him.

It was uncomfortable to work there, especially when an idiot made a point of HINDERING. "What will you do? I already gave you what you asked for and yet "he wouldn’t shut up and I knew I was desperate, but that didn’t make me care. "Shut the fuck up" I mumbled sliding one hand through my hair "you fucked up when you decided things without talking to the saint or the duchess and now you want to rush me? Do you know how much I had to TRY for Asra to let me TOUCH the saint? His luck is that that brilliant thing that should be obedient to my father, is interesting and apparently wants to save his son."

TEMPT THE SAINT (Simon’s POV) “Good evening Father,” I said as I stepped out of the bathroom. He's eyes traced my body from my head to my toes. he's eye's stopped at waistline where my towel was hanging. “Why was your door locked?” he asked I didn't dare answer him. “Staying alone in a room promotes sinful thoughts” I could only nod. “ The Mayor and his son would be in church on Sunday, Behave.” It was a threat.

Karen tried to win them over. "Are you trying to lure us into your trap! It will never happen," the man retorted in rage and fired with no hesitation but the bullet couldn't reach the alter. Karen, Chester and the priest looked at the manner in perplexed manner, they didn't expect him to kill someone of their own group and more so killing in the church.

She told him then she looked at his mother. "I'm sorry Hannah. It was pointless trying to convince him. I know you wanted it to be a real priest but he was clearly being manipulated by someone," Aira said, "I don't want our wedding to be tainted by someone who's listening to that kind of person," Aira said referring to the reason behind all this. The guy who was putting them through all this. Vincent's Uncle, or rather, His uncle's people because officially the man didn't have the right to come near them because of the restraining order.