Saint Jade Novels & Stories

His luggage filled the living room, and I watched as Hera helped him unpack with the brightest smile I had ever seen on her face. I could not tell what to feel. When she and I moved into our new home after our wedding, the only expression she had worn the whole day was a stoic, disinterested deadpan. She once claimed she couldn't smile. "An Awakenist," she had said, "must never express overt expressions. Not even joy." But now I understood the truth. The Saintess had never been forbidden to show happiness. The real reason she never smiled at me was that I meant nothing to her.

Chapter 1 Jade stepped out of her sleek black sedan, the engine purring to a stop in the driveway of the suburban mansion. The night air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and distant barbecue smoke, a far cry from the neon-lit clubs she usually worked. She paused for a long moment beside the car. At 25, with her long raven hair cascading down her back in loose waves that caught the faint glow of the porch lights, emerald eyes that sparkled under streetlights like polished gems, and a body honed from years of pole dancing—curves that could make a man forget his vows—she knew she was the perfect hire for a bachelor party.

"We don't die. We just change the terms of the contract." Jade slammed the tunnel door shut and turned the locking wheel. She was alone in the dark with a mother who barely knew her, fleeing an army that wanted her blood, and her only hope was a man who was currently fighting a war in a basement. She felt the old fear of the attic creeping back, but she pushed it down. She wasn't that girl anymore. She was a Sterling, she was a Caspian, and she was the only one who could write the final chapter of this war.

I'm so cold deacon: Come here, baby girl, let me help you out beautiful. Jade: I don't feel very beautiful right now, and I'm too weak to lift myself out. I need help. Jade's pov: deacon looked down at me with a smile and lifted me up bridle style out of the ice bath which I was very grateful for except I'm so week from all the heat and pain I'm in I'm really tired but waves and waves of pain cramps and heat hit me over and over again,

"Go ahead." Jade tried to focus, recalling the nervousness in her voice as she began to speak, "My name is Jade Meadows, and I grew up in West Philadelphia." ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

She was dressed in a business suit that showed off her perfect and sexy body. Jade was a little nervous when she met with Darryl. She stood politely after she put down the files and greeted him softly, "Father." Jade was famous in Donghai City because she ran the Lyndon Real Estate. Everyone would call her Sister Jade. She blushed as she addressed Darryl as her father.

I said. "That's dark. And good. I love dark" She said, through her deep voice. "So uh, who really are you?" I had waited so long, to ask that and she knew. "I'm Jade, Claire and i'm twenty two. I really like music and i hope to sing one day. And i'm queer and non binary, i should have said it earlier i know" They let out a smile and i was instantly taken aback.

Are you still in? Jade sat motionless, staring at the glowing words on the screen of her phone. It’s only a drink. If I don’t like him, I leave, she thought to herself as she texted her response back to Gia. What the hell, it’s just a drink, right? Who knows—maybe I’ll like the guy. Tell Daisy I’m in. Her hands shook as she hit send on the message. The die was cast, and she had officially joined the Sugar Babies Club.

José grabbed his daughter’s hand, a wide-eyed kid of about twelve who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Cristiano, meet my daughter,” José said, pulling her forward. “This is your future husband,” he told her, then turned to Cristiano with a grin. “And this is my princess, Jade.” Cristiano took her hand, pressing a polite kiss to it. Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help noticing how strikingly blue hers were. “Nice to meet you, Jade,” he said. “Me too,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible. José chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Don’t let this innocent face fool you—she’s a little troublemaker. Now go on, Jade, and try not to cause any chaos.” He waved her off with a laugh.

Mabilis nilang tinawagan si Lucas para magbantay sa pamilya ni Riva. Sa mga mata ng iba, normal lang ang itsura ng dalawang ito—pero sa Xentro, sila’y ibang klase. Jade, sa kanyang signature curly hair, leather jacket, at hawak na baseball bat, ay parang poster boy ng gulo. May pilyong ngiti, ngunit may halong banta na kahit sino’y magdadalawang-isip lumapit.