Saint 14 Novels & Stories

Her desperate pleas echoed, questioning the severity of her perceived wrongdoing and the seemingly unending torment she was enduring. “Will no one come to help me? Is my sin so grave that I deserve this punishment? When will it end? Where will it end?" ____ Engrossed in his work, Ahil lost track of time, unaware that night had descended. Continuing his tasks late into the night, he remained oblivious to the numerous calls from his concerned mother, who desperately tried to reach him. Unbeknownst to her, Ahil had intentionally turned off his phone.

Draven’s POV I have been trying this ritual every year since I was sixteen. Sixteen was when I became a man in this goddess-forsaken town. A Seer foretold that I would find my mate, as Tiamat has been reborn. I was told to do a summoning ritual during the full moon when it is in the constellation of Sagittarius. I have done that for the last six years. I am tired of waiting for and wanting what is mine and the power that I will gain from our union. After the ritual failed again this spring, I decided to try it in September. I will try it every month if that's what it takes.

"D*mn this f*ck*ng life!" He mumbled to himself as he gripped his wine glass tightly in anger. He cringes with anger whenever he thinks of his chaotic life. Because his whole life is full of chaos and violence, if he doesn't get hurt, the people around him are put in danger, so he takes double precautions and surveillance. He also can't let go of the responsibility that has been imposed on him because this has become his defense mechanism to people whose souls are evildoers. He has to be evil to protect himself and the people close to him. Apart from Spawn who is his son, there is one woman that he also needs to protect and that is River.

I just didn't know I would end up having feelings for her and wrecking everything. When we arrived at the location Jordan and Maya supposedly were, we could see the chaos already. They were already in a gunfight, which could be heard meters away from the abandoned church. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It meant they didn't get rid of my men, but it also meant not all of them were going to make it alive. "Bloody hell," Luigi cursed as we all exited our respective vehicles. There were dead bodies on the ground, and a lot of blood spilled, even on the statue of Mary, the mother of Christ. There were injured men, trying to hold themselves up and the whole scene was a sight for sore ey

Ariel was lust in a world of lust as she stared at Damien, she watched as he flexed his muscles which rippled beneath his shirt, his shirt had two buttons undone as he went through his paperwork, he was aware of Ariel gaze on him but he wasn't ready to confront her about it.

Starlight wasn’t immune to him… or not as much as she wanted to be. “I don’t believe you, Star,” he argued. She drew in a wavering breath. “I couldn’t care less what you choose to believe or not.” There was an edge to her voice. No, she wasn’t immune to him… but she was going to fight it, like the stubborn goddess she was. Her green eyes clashed with his blue eyes and Elijah smiled at her. God, she was still the most beautiful girl in the world… in the entire Universe. Yeah… This was Starlight Maxwell, the girl who’d stolen his heart… The girl he’d lived for… The girl he’d crushed, shredding his own heart in the process… The girl he’d missed terribly every single day for the last eight years

His voice in my ear, his hands on my face, his tongue welding with mine… caressing, kneading, exploring, kissing just about every entry point in my body… His big hands were on my breasts, touching, squeezing, teasing my nipples… Clack! The sound startled me out of my lurid thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw that my rosary had fallen from my wrist to the ground, giving me a rude awakening. My heart raced as I faced the choice to heed God’s warning by picking up my prayer bead or take my hands off my breasts as they held on for dear pleasure. “You’re a saint,” I said softly, addressing no one but myself, “you’re a saint.” I repeated the words over and over until I fought my animal urge to rub

His large hands fiercely tore off the clothes on Celine's body and revealed her amazing body. Celine lay on the bed, her seductive eyes filled with confusion. She looked at Saint, the corner of her mouth curled up, and she spoke softly. “Don't be so bold, Saint! We have all night to make love, so slowly enjoy the sweetness of my body, I'll give you everything I've got, and you fill the void in my body with your sperm, okay Saint?” Saint is a man, he cannot resist Celine's deadly charm, his penis is erect and just waiting to be penetrated deep into Celine's vagina. Saint lifted Celine and sat her on his cock, his deep seductive voice rang out, he said.

“Look at me while I ruin your pretty little-cunt forever.” Raven forced her eyes open. Saint was a god of ruin above her—muscles flexing under golden skin, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her heaving tits, abs rippling with every snap of his hips. His cock pistoned in and out of her, coated in a thick layer of her cream, veins standing out along the shaft. He released her mouth, wrapped one big hand around her throat instead, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and see stars. “Say it.”

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou