Reluctant Saint Novels & Stories

I was trapped by my own inability to say no, by the people-pleasing tendencies that had shaped my entire life. This was my fault for accepting too hastily in the first place, for not considering the consequences of binding my life to a stranger who clearly found my very existence offensive. Now I was drowning in consequences I'd never anticipated, trapped in a situation of my own making. Growing up, I never mastered the art of refusal. The word "no" felt foreign on my tongue, heavy with the weight of disappointment I might cause others. My childhood was spent in an environment where declining requests was considered the height of rudeness, where compliance was praised and resistance was scor

Even though he had been stationed there, I still had to keep my eyes on the lads. “No, Saint, I need you to tell me how they can be, right now,” I demanded tightly. Saint mumbled words I couldn’t quite grasp. I didn’t ask him to say them out loud. Instead, I waited angrily for him to fucking answer my question. “You know that they are stubborn, greedy, and fucking lazy,” Saint eventually blurted. I looked at him with a piercing gaze, wondering why he would speak about those lads with so much bitterness. He was supposed to love them and make them feel comfortable. The essence of running that Institute was so that they could have a home which they didn’t get on the streets.

“Relax, Jennifer. Pierre smiled, feeling my inner turmoil, well, the turmoil. “I've been known to jump from woman to woman. And I don't blame my little brother for keeping her away. But I changed. You are the only one for me. "What if I say no?" I teased him with a smile on my lips, but curiosity burned inside me. What would he do? Would he go into another woman's arms? Just the thought of something like that made me want to tear out whoever it was. “Then I'll chase you until you say yes. And then punish her for saying no the first time. I was so caught up in my murderous thoughts that I almost missed your answer. My breath hitched. — Punish me?

she said, her voice pleading. “I would never hurt Lana. I can't even bring myself to so much as anger her,” I replied sincerely. Beatrice stared at me like she was assessing me, trying to tell if I am saying the truth. “You better not,” she finally spoke up. “Because if you're another Ethan Pierce, I would not let you off,” she threatened. Ethan Pierce. So that's the fuçker's name. Why does it sound so familiar? “Trust me, I would never be another him,” I assured her, and she hummed in reply.

How could he not be infuriated by this? All of a sudden, he remembered something and continued to ask, “Mom, how about the Saint then? He’s a super powerful invincibilis fighter. The members of Sicut In Caelo would certainly be able to resist Eastclub’s invasion with him, right?” His mother heaved a sigh and said, “The Saint is too old. Eastclub mobilized many skilled fighters when they invaded Sicut In Caelo. The Saint was hopelessly outnumbered…” Zayn’s heart was racing. He hastily said, “The Saint is dead?”

"I don't want a sip." A strange feeling claws its way to my chest, I scoff again and shake my head. All of these to get away from taking a sip after I already went ahead with the plan. "Quitter." "Quitter? A quitter is one who starts but never goes through with it, I never even agreed to it to begin with," he defends. I offer him a tight-lipped smile and nod; it will be stupid of me to get into an argument with him over coffee. What he needs is a sound knock.

“L-Lord Sid, I… I just want to go back to live in seclusion to recuperate,” Sahar replied with a shaky voice. He did not expect to be caught by that old fart Sid. This old man despised evil, so how would he let Sahar go? Yet, Sid was one of the six Sacred Saints of the Star Kingdom after all. Sahar was just a True Saint. So, Sahar certainly had no chance of winning. He could not escape and he felt helpless.

Saint’s voice bubbles up in my hazy mind. “YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM FATE, JUSTICE.” Saint’s voice bursts out from my mouth. “If it’s time for a pup, you can’t stop it. Do your fucking job.” “What the fuck, Saint?” Lenora unbuttons my work shirt and pulls my arms out, then puts the t-shirt over my head. “Stand up so I can help you with your pants.” Saint has always had a problem with Justice and I’ve never understood why. He takes verbal jabs at her whenever he gets a chance. Me being drunk makes it easier for him to take control when I can’t.

Something flashed quickly across Nicholas eyes, but Saint was too busy with his feelings to even notice. Nicholas regained composure. "For someone who wants nothing to do with me and probably wants me to say no to this arrangement, you lack respect. Do you know I can still say no and none of this has to ever proceed?" Saint paused, looking at him from under his lashes. This dude was a maniac, that was for sure. "So what do you want me to do? Beg at your feet and worship you for that to happen?" Saint yelled to his face. Nicholas shook his head.

Although the empire's regulations state that Saints may not take action against weaker people, what if the opposing party isn't concerned with the empire's laws? In that case, his only option would be to accept death. Nonetheless, he summoned the bravery to inquire, "Honorable Saint, are you going to take action against us?" Every single member of the royal cavalry was holding their breath, waiting for the Saint's response. They didn't even question the Baron's claim that the individual was a saint. Thirteen stared at me, then turned to face General Yun, saying, "I won't take action, but I also won't let you take Baron Riel from here."