Reluctant Saint Novels & Stories

The word ‘ominous’ came to mind. “His Majesty will not like you being here, Lord Hail. He was quite clear that no one was to interact with Miss Lopez until this evening,” Bishop was saying. “Bishop, you of all people should know how tedious I find Trick’s missives. I can’t possibly keep them all straight,” Hail said, his eyes trained on me. “I was with His Majesty when he told you specifically in your office,” Bishop reminded him. “Hmm must have slipped my mind. Well I’m here now. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.” He started walking toward me and my heart started beating faster.

“Damn it! Do you think this is funny? Dom has always loved you! Ever since you rejected him back then, you shattered him so completely that he turned into some reckless, aimless playboy. “And then, the moment you beckoned him back, he came running to you again! But when you said he lacked loyalty, he went and found this rebound girlfriend just to please you. What more do you want? His sincerity doesn’t deserve to be trampled on like this!” “So what? I’ve never seen someone so infatuated like him before. I just wanted to see how far he’d go for me. He’s doing it willingly—why are you so worked up about it?”

A Saint Reaper of Mafias, the reaper of those who try to oppose the sacred law of the Mirage. The old man smirked at him. "What a surprise, Saint! You've made a grand entrance again. You managed to find me. How marvelous!" he greeted the man with sarcasm. Saint's face blandly turned to the old man. Afterwards, he bowed his head and removed his hat. As he stood formally in front of him like a cunning soldier of his family, he started to speak. "I'm not going to read you all the notes. I can only do it once. And once should be enough for the front bosses to abide. However, your stubbornness seemed too enjoyable for you, eh? You still exploit artifacts that don't belong to you. For example..."

He groaned, "You don't know me, Maya, I'm not untainted as you think." She held his gaze, "You ain't the devil either because if we stare at it real hard, who is untainted. We are all fucked up people trying to act like our life is going great while it is not." "I have a gaping ugly non-alluring past, a whore mother but that does make me a whore? Does that stop me from being less Maya?__" "This sermon will actually be more convincing if you believed it yourself." "I do. Just that, I'm a work in progress." Maya said flipping her hair backward and winking at him.

His shoulders slumped, old and frail and defeated. “He’s not even pretending to be civil anymore,” I muttered, pacing the narrow space between the table and the wall. “What kind of person makes conditions like that? No warning, no explanation—just a cage disguised as charity. He’s not even giving me a chance to say goodbye. He just wants me to drop everything and belong to him.” Paul said nothing. His silence wasn’t stoic, it was shameful. A man crushed by debts and desperation. I stopped pacing and turned to him. “Where will he be? We don’t have a choice. I have to meet him now and sign.”

Charlie stares intently at Daisy. Daisy hastily lowers her head to show her respect. Daisy is afraid that she will tremble with fear when she looks at his eyes, which makes him even more suspicious. And if she can't answer his questions smoothly, he will suspects. - General, my family is too poor and has many children. So, my father sold me to a rich man in my village. He is very old and unique. He kept me in the warehouse and tried to set up me as a concubine because he wanted a man, but his wives only had girls.

She forced her gaze away, begging not to see. The blurred pain was almost a sick reward, a medal men twice my age wouldn't be able to carry. I looked back to my father, who was grinning slyly, chuckling as he clapped with everyone else. I blinked down at my hand, letting a small smirk appear. I am Lorenzo Romano, and I am the fucking devil.

He has taken away my pride and I am glad he did. Maybe I should count that as a compensation. He deserves it. I have makes him sad all years. I should give him my innocence. Now we are done. I should welcome Theodore Ductal into my life. He is more worthy. More capable and much more suitable.

I dug my nails into my palm to hide my fear and panic, and it was all because of the comments that appeared on the screen just then. "Ah, the female lead was so busy being a saint again that she even dared to bring home three fugitives wanted for murder." "Yeah. She and Violet will be paying for it tonight." "Poor Violet. I feel so sorry for her." "My poor Violet! I had just started liking her, but now, I have to watch her suffer like this." "I know, right? Scarlet invited them back for dinner out of the kindness of her heart, but they went ahead and forced themselves on poor Violet instead! What jerks! Get the hell out of that place!"

He tucks away his rosary, reopening that cut across his palm. “Henry, don’t!” the spirit inside Jessi Ross wails, and I tense up all the further, running through the possibilities of just what that dripping line of blood from Sicillio’s palm is intended to conjure. “Do not use that name,” ‘Christopher’ snaps, eyes burning into Renata. “I am Saint Christian now, the only true saint.” His eyes dart to the real Christian in blistering glare. “And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—”