Saint Psalm Novels & Stories

“Il rimpianto è la cosa più dolorosa che puoi affrontare nella vita. (Regret is the most painful thing you can go through in life.)” Don Fabio nodded repeatedly as he continued to listen to Seth's words uninterestedly. “Non sono qui per iniziare una guerra, ma per darti una possibilità di riscattarti, Fabio. (I’m not here to start a war, but to give you a chance to redeem yourself, Fabio.)”

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..."

The system will provide Roger with tools to fulfill his wishes ten times. for example. The prayer wants a large amount of money, and the system will provide Roger with the ability to turn stones into gold according to the wish, or other abilities that can directly or indirectly obtain money, such as giving Roger powerful power to rob or something. Of course, only Ten opportunities count as benefits given to Roger by the system, and after ten opportunities, a certain amount of prayer power needs to be provided to obtain help from the system. Of course, there are some wishes that the system cannot help and can only rely on Roger himself, such as the very subjective and vague wish of making me

“I can’t be wrong. This person’s Saint Power is very pure, so they can’t be a partial Saint. Plus, it’s not too strong, so they should be a beginner Pre-Saint.” “Grandmaster, it’ll still be troublesome even if they are a beginner Pre-Saint. TSA banned Saints from fighting. If not, there will be dire consequences.”

"Shidi! Quick shimei help! Help Shidi!" "Ahh!!! Hot! Hot! Hot! Quick! Quick! Water! Water!" "Yah! Faster! Shimei! Hurry! Hurry!" All of the other disciples screamed in a mournful tone as they struggled and felt pain as their face, legs, and chest were burned by the hot soup. Others continued to run in haste to get what they needed.

What does he mean? "What do you mean by that?" "We are under control by Deus. We can't speak unnecessary things, because Deus has many ears. Maybe even if we are talking about this, he knows...he's very dangerous SaㅡReian." Psalm warns. "Even Saint? Is he under controlled by Deus too?" Psalm shook his head at what I said. "He is the only person who can defeat Deus. That is why Deus is keeping Saint by his side all the time." Keeping Saint by his side? So that means, Saint is God's ally?

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

the cardinal said. “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be they name . . .” everyone began. After the prayer the cardinal spoke again, “Psalm 43 says, Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life. Let us pray.” Everyone bowed their heads. “Almighty God, in your love you have united us with one another and with you. Make Alexander and Caitlin one in love for each other, always and forever, through Christ our Lord. Amen.”

It hadn’t even been an hour since the…” “Christ!” I hissed when he used his other hand to cup my balls, squeezing it lightly. The devil laughed. “Name is Salvatore, thank you very much.” Pleasure rippled through me at the huskiness of his voice. I groaned when he increased his pace, his teeth grazing my neck before biting into it. Pain bloomed on my skin, mixing with something hot and sweet when he followed it with a deep kiss, his tongue soothing the sting. “Cum for me.”