Saint X Book Novels & Stories

He tucks away his rosary, reopening that cut across his palm. “Henry, don’t!” the spirit inside Jessi Ross wails, and I tense up all the further, running through the possibilities of just what that dripping line of blood from Sicillio’s palm is intended to conjure. “Do not use that name,” ‘Christopher’ snaps, eyes burning into Renata. “I am Saint Christian now, the only true saint.” His eyes dart to the real Christian in blistering glare. “And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—”

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

The three of them looked so beautiful and attractive that I knew at that time that Saint must have seen and met so many pretty women that he wouldn't even consider romantically liking me. "Sasha meet Jade. Jade, Sasha." He said introducing us. "ohhh... You've got a new chick finally. I've been so curious as to why you aren't hitting me up any longer." The girl he had just called Sasha said before I could even speak, eyeing me enviously. I felt a pang of pain at the statement knowing she was saying it intentionally for me to know she had banged Saint too. The other girls giggled together looking at me too. "Yeah I've got a woman now and I don't get bored any longer," Saint replied as he pulle

I can't do anything, I'm frozen with fear. "Fuck!" Saint exclaims out of nowhere and gets up to throw me down on the couch, "Fucking stay there and don't look up!" Oh, god. I move my head just a little and I see him going for the gun strapped to his waist. "Don't even try, Satori," Saint growls. I can hear everyone around us getting upset about this and get up to leave before something bad happens. A lot of people return inside, some whores start to panic and run to the hallways and the loud men are l starting to ask what the fuck is going on, "It's not worth it. Don't."

Curiosity piqued, I gently pushed the door open and entered, finding Saint, Angel's cousin, seated in the dimly lit room. Saint looked up from the book he had been reading, his intense gaze meeting mine. There was a certain vulnerability in his eyes, a stark contrast to the hardened exterior he often displayed. He had always intrigued me, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation. "Saint," I greeted, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He returned the smile, his features softening. "Not at all, Selena. Please, come in."

Minus Cutter’s face turned to stone. “Whatever the fuck you think you may know about my club—” “Oh, I know a great deal about you and the Burning Saints. Much more than you could possibly imagine. It’s partly because of the knowledge I have of such things, that I don’t care about your three million. I know, for instance, that your book contains a vast array of information regarding the various sources of that money, and that is what I’m interested in. Why go after three million, when there are hundreds of millions out there for the taking?”

To provide enough love, peace, joy, humor, stability, and belonging that when those times of renewed pain came, they wouldn't hurt nearly as bad, nor nearly as long. "Okay to come back in?" Xander asked over the implant. "Yeah, brother. Come on in," Saint said. He looked at the ceiling, closed his eyes. When he looked at me again, his eyes were clear. Xander whistled low and long when he saw the lump that was Juan. "Little goddess went a little batshit, yeah?" "I'd think more than a little, Xan baby," Kiema said, opening her eyes. "But at least now I feel clean."

Scarlet asked, her voice completely shaken. I looked down and saw that the attacker was Marcus. What the hell was going on? The familiar screen appeared again, and I could finally read the comments to get a sense of what was happening. As it turned out, Marcus had somehow convinced Scarlet to sell me to a wealthy pervert, Brutus Villaine, in exchange for more supplies and resources. I learned new, surprising things about my good, "saint-like" older sister every day. I immediately turned to look at her with a questioning glare. She avoided eye contact with me, wanting to explain things, but she couldn't find the words to explain herself.