Reluctant Saint Novels & Stories

Celine has a plan in mind, but it's very difficult, and she needs the protection of the Saint, a dangerous and powerful man. Saint was attracted by Celine's words, He looked at Celine's small face, her weak but brave face, especially when she said she had no interest in his body. Saint, this is the first time he's heard of a woman who isn't infatuated with his body. The corners of Saint's lips curled in amusement, he said. "Alright! I will agree to your request, but what you need to give me is not only your heart, I already feel interested in other things on your body."

My pulse raced as I pleaded, “Please, Don Pedro, let me see my aunt. I beg you—I just want to see her.” He shook his head slowly. “I’m afraid that is not possible, Tessa. Not until you agree. You see, the arrangements have been made already mi corazon: the church is our venue, the priest has been paid in full, and every detail has been attended to. All that is left is your consent.” The priest came out from a door side the altar, dressed in white. I glanced toward the altar where he stood silently, his eyes downward, as if he was resigned to the situation.

With a scowl to his nonchalant tone, Saint said, "I used to feel a bit off luck when I came to know that mate talks don't interest you but I trusted the time and I felt that some time or the other these talks would make sense to you but that day never arrived. I had an option to wait a little more for you but that too was useless in my eyes because time was running away. I prompted you to search for your mates when all the boys and girls of your age were busy searching for their better half but you were not getting affected by other's opinions. That's a good thing but not over here. I was trying to build in that competitive curiosity in you, so that you would try to search for your mate. But

JARED I could feel Sterly's resistance, and despite my muddled state, I could recognize what his worries were. Sterly didn't want to take advantage of me. Ridiculous. There was someone who wanted to possess me at all costs, and then someone came to rescue me. However, even if I offered myself to him, he didn't want me. The thought made me want to laugh and cry simultaneously. Sterly... why was he so good at all times?

“Give me a minute.” Yves nodded again. “Okay.” His grip on his knee tightened enough to leave his handprint marks as he waited. His head tilted to the side, listening to any sounds in the room. He frowned when he heard a rustling. Soon he heard a pair of soft feet padding toward him. “It’s um…kinda unconventional,” Saint said hesitantly. “But um…I think it’ll work.” “Okay,” Yves said. “So…ah…if um…things get heated…” He could feel him shifting his weight on his feet again. “…just remember to not enter me.”

Julian bitterly spat, "that's the wolf they seem to be looking to for guidance. I watched them for a while and saw a pattern." He was gone in the same breath to intervene between the wolf he had informed on and Saint. Saint lay a limb on the ground with Lilith over her. Saint whose body barely shifted with the intake of breaths. Saint whose eyes were sealed shut. Saint whose laugh echoed in my ears, entwined with the dull hammered thumps of my heart. Saint whose smile lit up a room. Saint who cared for everyone, especially her brother, over herself. Saint whose advice grated on my nerves but she always knew what to say, never caring if I liked what I heard or not but knowing it was what I ne

“This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t close the door.” “You shouldn’t have stuck your hand like a psychopath. You’re very different from who I used to know.” “Guess whose fault that is?” He looked like he could strangle me. “Come inside.” He said begrudgingly. Just as I took a step inside the house, Saint appeared, dressed in a black shirt and grey sweatpants as though he intended to seduce me. “Why is it taking you so long to come upstairs?” He asked me, ignoring the presence of his nephew.

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But pairing Aunt Sarael and I with werewolves set Khalid on the path that led him to Dani. I always had difficulty believing in a higher power. Maybe I was jaded from being raised as a hunter. But I know it’s mostly because I couldn’t. How can you believe in a higher power when you are suffering? But as I reflect on it, I can see that my suffering had a purpose. If I hadn’t been suffering, I wouldn’t have joined that online forum. I wouldn’t have met Kurt. And to have never known Kurt would have been a tragedy. And now that I have Kurt, I’m not going to let go. We will endure the obstacles set before us. Starting with Noya.

None whatsoever. Weakness and defiance had earned me a slap. ~ The car pulled to a stop, and before I could steel myself further, the door swung open. The Ricci guards flanked me as I stepped out, my white gown cascading around me like a cruel mockery of purity. My heart pounded violently in my chest as I lifted my gaze, locking onto the man standing at the altar, waiting for me. Luca De Santis. He was an imposing figure, broad-shouldered and exuding a dominance that made my pulse quicken in resentment. His cold, piercing blue eyes held no warmth, no affection. Just possession. A man used to taking what he wanted.