Saint 14 Novels & Stories

(Saintess Elena Sunlight) “MAY GLORY BE ETERNAL!!!…”.(Congregation attendees) The entire crowds goes fanatically fervor following the drop dead gorgeous Saintess on the stage, dressed in all white sexy nun outfits,with a large golden necklace of a large tree and sun, whilst holding a human size tall silver mace. She is the one called and known as the pious Saintess of Aeternum Cathedral of Faith, a sun elf, and also the Director of the Aeternum Cathedral.

"He's really got blue eyes like they say? Gawd, Dean is hot, you're sexy, I can imagine how hotter the Priest would be!" "Drop the motherfuckin' bombshell Saint! The Church name!" Saint slanted his head, giving Tino a look which made Tino grin. "Calm down, bitçhes," Saint faced the girls again. "It's Savior's Alive Church." He dropped the bomb. "Yes!" "I'd suck your cóvk to compensate for this info!" "Let's go worship on Sunday!" Saint was finally able to move to the side of the road with Tino. Though, girls still followed them, but they're lesser now.

I stood at the corner and watched him sit there while waited for the priest to come so that he would confess, yet all in vain. His jet black hair combed nicely on his head, with a few strands falling off to his stout face, his facial features sharp as though he’d been just scalped by the best, his tattoo peeked through his expensive clothes, his pale skin and dark circles made one wonder what horrors he’d watched that made him horrific. He was handsome, dangerously eye catching, he was the type that would give you wet dreams for awhile, dangerously striking, his bad boy facade made me wonder what the priests couldn’t take, he looked like the saint and dare devil in one with invisible horns.

Now that I had permission, I was almost reluctant to start. I had never imagined having a human for a mate. I had no idea of the mechanics of intimacies between human forms. Saint snarled in my mind. "By Gaia, Ten, you hurt her, I'll destroy you." "Then come to my aid, brother. She is mine, just as she is yours. Help us both. Help us help her." Saint came forward, just enough to share his thoughts, his knowledge. I saw in his mind how things were supposed to work. How much pleasure this puny human body could give and receive.

“Join me, Saint? Make me a sweet sinner tonight?” Zoe almost rolled her eyes as the woman stumbled over the succession of ‘s’ words, indicating that she was also halfway to smashed. She also thought the whole saint/sinner thing was a bit cheesy, but whatever, and she was one hundred percent sure that Saint used the ‘sweet sinner’ line often. Probably to great effect. “Aw, thanks, ladies.” Saint gave them a wide grin, clocked both the shaved pussy and the pert, rosy nipples, and Zoe watched the women swoon. “But I’m here with Zee tonight… another time, OK?”

"If you take that money, then you're no better than a hooker, Queenie York! You know that those wealthy men just love to take advantage of young women, and by agreeing, you're only enabling their terrible behavior! You're not going to accept his money, right, Queenie?" Julie Sutton asked. I gaped at Julie, whose face was flushed from anger. I then glanced at Connor Greene, a golden boy in Brookhaven, who was standing there with a check for 50 million dollars.

She is a lovely little thing , at the age of three she just follows Emerald around and my princess never gets fed up , no she just looks after her . Saint on the other hand is quite a serious child at the age of eleven he is not far from six feet tall already , towers over his mother . He is a good boy Loves his family, especially his mother . I love to watch him and the other lads as they play . Haggen , Lex and I always try to take them to do as much with us as possible . Saint received his wolf at the age ten , he has a huge strong golden wolf just like Jewel . His first shift was a surprise to us all except Saint , he had been communicating with his wolf from the age of five .

Saint teased. Harper's eyes were bulging out of their sockets at the view. Saint was tall and brawny, but Harper knew that already. What she hadn't seen was his erection—until now. It was long, rock-hard, and rising proudly from between his legs. Saint wasn't shy and didn't even bother to cover himself. By the moon goddess—were all men that big?! "I'm going to take a shower," Saint said with his lips curling slightly. It was discreet and easy to miss, especially since his voice was calm. Confident. Sexy. "Oh, and my eyes are up here."

Of course, he doesn’t notice me and probably never will, but the thought that he can…makes my pulse skip, my heart is beating so fast I can hear it in my ears. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about Father Dominic this way. He’s…he’s an ordained priest., but I can’t look away. Every time he moves, my stomach tightens. I imagine him not here in the parish, not wearing the cassock, but in some other…more intimate way. I shake my head desperate to clear my sinful thoughts of Father Dominic. I know it isn't right and you shouldn't be doing it but I can't help myself. Shame burns hotter than desire and I know I should be ashamed and pray for forgiveness but desire keeps crawling back.

The voice sounded quite familiar to me. I suddenly paused before starting to drift forward quickly. My soul was bound to the accessory on Xavier's chest—a lucky charm I had gone to great lengths to obtain from a church on the mountain. Judging from the speed at which my soul was being tugged along, Xavier was likely being dragged along the floor by someone. There was no other explanation for it. A gloomy-looking young man with messy hair that pretty much covered his entire face was dragging Xavier across the floor. The young man looked like he wanted to kill someone, and his target was Xavier.