Reluctant Saint Novels & Stories

Melody had turned down every offer from other Agents that had come through to her, when he asked why she did not seem to want to return to her job she shrugged, 'I'll decide soon I'm just enjoying the freedom to do what I want. She did not leave her apartment though, and he caught her standing on the balcony silent and still more than once, he could sense how restless her Wolf was becoming, 'We should go for another run.' He suggested one evening just as dusk was setting,

He replied and she slapped his back this time. "Yes of course you don't." His aunt replied eyeing him as we sat down. "How's that stubborn workaholic? He barely comes here." She hissed, shaking her head. "CJ said he'll come tomorrow," Saint replied and she sighed resting into the seat dramatically. "One is a workaholic. One lives his life like he has nine. What did I ever do wrong in my past life?" She sighed again and Saint shook his head, smiling at her. "They'll come around soon." He replied.

My heart keeps skipping beats whenever Delroy shares a memorable event that occured in each room we found ourselves in. "What is this image about?" "The martyrdom of Saint Stephen. Stephen was a man filled with faith and the Holy Spirit, his story is found in Acts. He honestly spoke boldly about Jesus, and taught about Him in the synagogues. The members of the synagogue disliked his teaching so they persuaded others to make a charge of blasphemy against him. Even in that charge, while standing in trial, he spoke the truth and even saw the glory of God. His words and actions angered the crowd so much that the led him outside of the city and stoned him. I love this image cause it reminds me to

“Tell me about your other friends? What are they like?” Jedidiah grins as he petted both boys’ head. “Well Saint takes a bit to get warmed up to people and he’s kind of like a grumpy grandpa sometimes but he’s a good guy.” “Brilliant guy,” Williams said. “It’s a shame that he’s so closed up. He’s an introvert too but if he were open and talking to people then you would realize how much of a genius that Saint was.” “His soulmate is Harry and you couldn’t find two people better who are the definition of opposites attract,” continued Jedidiah and Luca couldn’t help but smile.

He faltered, rubbing his ears. His voice is so gentle. I could listen to him all day. He was shorter than me, with short black hair and deep-set black eyes. His lips were full and pink. What am I even thinking? He tried again. "I-I'm Saint. I came with the beta from another pack. I want-" I interrupted him.

Dante When I think back to the day I first met Tristan Cole, I can still remember the weight in that room. I had walked in with confidence, or at least I pretended I had it. I told myself he couldn’t possibly be as bad as the rumors painted him. People like to exaggerate, don’t they? “He’s cold,” “he’s ruthless,” “he’s impossible to please” that’s what I kept hearing. I thought, how bad could it really be?

I sit down next to Saint even though his vibes are terrible. "Is your mom dangerous to us in any way? Me and my dad?" I ask, making him look at me with confused eyes, then he shakes his head, "Then what's the big deal, why are we rushing home like this?" "She's a huge bitch and I hate her. She will try to ruin this job for me," Saint assures, voice serious, "I like this job, it fulfills me, I don't want to go back to that fucking... that fucking cult and be their leader. I refuse. Can you imagine me taking care of like two thousand people? Fixing their problems for a living? Protecting them with my own life if it comes down to it?"

The Elders can see my rage building and looked very uncomfortable. “Henri is a traitor, Bronx! Tear his throat out!" Saint howls. I feel myself stand up and realize Saint is trying to take control.

His eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks, but his smile was the real show-stopper. "You're too smart to listen to your father, so I would advise you to form your own opinion of me," Saint said. The intensity of his green stare was frightening. "But I'm not the hero of this story—I'm more of a villain, but for your sake? Maybe I can change." Harper felt unease. "People don't just change, though..." "But I want to change," Saint tried to convince her. "You have made me realize there is more to life than violence. I can honestly see a future with you."

“You’re saying the thing inside him is tethering itself to—” “—love,” Saint finished. “Loyalty. The willingness to sacrifice.” Luca let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s ancient,” Saint replied. “And cruel.” Riven’s jaw clenched. “So every time he puts himself in danger for me—” “It grows stronger,” Saint said softly. Silence stretched thin and brittle. Luca shook his head. “No. No, that’s not happening.” Riven looked up at him. “Luca—”