Saint Wentz Novels & Stories

She was deeply saddened and dejected to see how the club had declined. Zayn felt slightly uneasy in his heart after sensing her emotions. He did not have a strong sense of belonging in Sicut In Caelo but he was very grateful to the mysterious Saint and he had a favorable impression of the Saint. Had it not been the Saint’s help in the past, perhaps he would be six feet under by now.

“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?”

He flashed a pained smile. We sat by the crackling fire in silence, mesmerised by the dancing flames, I stole a glance at Nathan. His hair, reflected a beautiful silver glow. The silence between us was comforting, as though our thoughts were seamlessly entwined with the whispers of the fire. It was in moments like these, where words seemed unnecessary, that I felt the true essence of companionship. “I'm Gwen.” I introduced myself. “Nathan.” He mumbled in reply. We sat in silence. I looked around, my head had already adjusted to where I was. It was the earth lady's cave!!. Not everyone could see it, nor could everyone rest here. How did Nathan have access.

I tore down all the wedding decorations in the room and notified everyone that the wedding was canceled. The banquet would go on as planned, but we'd be celebrating my single life instead. After that, I turned off my phone to avoid my family bombarding me with calls. At 11:00 am, Winona still hadn't returned. It seemed there was no need to spare her even the last bit of dignity. When I arrived at the wedding venue, Margaret Sullivan, Winona's mother, stormed forward to confront me. She was so close that I could feel her spit flying.

After thinking for a while, he deleted the message word by word. Forget it. Since Elena didn't like Cynthia, he probably shouldn't mention her anymore. He started writing a new message. "I went to the church on the mountain to get a lucky charm identical to mine as a birthday present for you, Elena. After the next few days of work, I'll apply for leave so that I can keep you company, so stop throwing a tantrum, alright? "Elio caused a scene at the hospital today, so we'll have to teach him a lesson when we go home. You should also stop complaining about matters regarding the hospital in front of him."

the priest started to explain to him, "maybe for you to have a clear look of who you are interacting with, I am an old friend to the late father to your companion Karen. When Mr. Gordon took over our island, I can confirm to you that at first I worked with him but when he continued with his disastrous projects and saw that his idea brought more harm than good, I decided to isolate myself from him and came to live in this arid land, my few friends gave me company and we built this building naming it St. Clara, it wasn't intended to be used as a church but to be used a place where we could discuss our issues." "That was a good idea," Chester chipped in with his congratulation. "Gaies was stayi

“Your groom is waiting.” The mention of Elijah sends a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. The thought of him standing at the altar, waiting for me, makes my chest tighten with a strange mix of excitement and nerves. “Okay,” I breathe. “Let’s go.” I pick up the bouquet Zoe gifted me—a mix of soft, colourful blooms that smell like spring, even in the midst of winter. As we step out of the room and into the elevator, I glance at Zoe. A question that’s been lingering in my mind escapes before I can stop it.

I saw his face of utter anger flip a switch to insanity as he shoved me to the ground. "Leave!" he growled at the bodyguards, and they did, not wanting to see where this was heading. "Oi!" He hissed, staring right at me on the concrete before him. I groaned as many pairs of hands firmly gripped me, at least 10 guards of my fathers. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Giovanni?" I hissed as I was brutally shoved against the concrete wall, covered in blood and guts from previous killings. I was held down by the unholy amount of bodyguards feeling my ripped shirt being torn and cut off by one.

Not only that, this angry voice penetrated countless spaces and distances, allowing people in all five major regions of the Central Sacred Continent to hear it. This person’s strength was so great that their voice could terrify everyone. The nearest members of the Saints Association were all trembling with fright. West End of the Central Sacred Continent. David heard the angry voice too. He knew immediately that this person was Zenon, the Sacred Saint grandmaster of the Palmore family. The deaths of Anders and others must have angered the newly appointed head of the Saints Association. David could deduce from this voice that Zenon was not weak. His Saint Power was so thick and dense that it

Saint walked in front of me with one of his hands in his pockets and I followed him closely behind. The villa was well lit and I could see Saint's guys positioned at every point at the villa. I then saw a guy walk towards us. "Ayo Saint Gennaro Guerra, the man! I almost got bored here!" The guy said as he came to stand in front of us smirking at Saint.