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.

He smiles, "As for now, let me drive you home." Both of us began walking towards his car. Holy shit, I know he's Hugo Saintclare and he earns a lot of millions, but I haven't seen such amazing car like he owns. It was an all white Jaguar XJ. He opens the passenger door for me and I hopped in and so did he. His interior was jet black and red and his car smelled like roses. Ugh, like his hotel room from seven years ago. He begins to drive as I tell him the directions to Vivian's house. Huge plays some classic songs on his radio and both of us were just quiet.

Her aura swirling around her like a golden protective cloak, her armor as she faces the enemy. Saint is next into the room as his mother stands off against Reece, the queen smiling with an easy manner while Reece looks demented. I still feel my body starting to fade as breathing becomes heavy, I feel weak as Saint works to untie me. Everywhere our skin touch comes alive with the most intoxication sparks from our bond.

He found me dripping and soaked. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet, little Saint.” he said and pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, gripping his shoulders, and then he began to pump slow and deep into me, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made me see stars. “Look at you,” he growled against my ear. “Taking a priest’s fingers in a dirty ban like a needy little slut.” I whimpered as I let my hips rock into his hand.

away” “What kind of talk?” I asked. “Well just that they think strange events happen when she’s around. In fact, only yesterday a man said her skirts burnt his hand when he had accidentally touched them”. I scoffed “You mean he put his hand on her arse”. She looked disapprovingly at me for being so brazen with my language. “Well yes, we all know what he really meant! The point is from what people have described it sounds like she could be a…” “mage” I said, finishing her sentence. “Yes” my mother nodded. “However, it is very unusual for a mage to be tossed out of their council and go into the world of human servitude. So, either she doesn’t know what she is, or she’s not just a mage. She’s

The stitches had dissolved, but the ridge remained, a vertical line drawn by the surgeon's knife, dividing me into before and after. My phone buzzed. Maria. I stepped into the sacristy, a small room that smelled of old incense and beeswax, and answered. "Signora," she whispered. Her voice had the texture of frayed silk. "It has arrived. The package. He... he opened it." I leaned against the cool stone wall. Outside, through the leaded glass, I could see the workmen arranging roses—white, funereal—around the pedestals. "Tell me," I said.

“Mr. Gladwin, something strange is happening in the Daemon Prison. Is the damn Dark Heavenly Path coming again?” Gladwin looked at Saint, and a wicked thought flashed in his mind. “Do you want to go?” The Saint took a deep breath and said, “Lyla already headed there, right? Then, of course, I have to go.” After speaking, the Saint rushed toward the Daemon Prison without waiting for Gladwin to reply.

"Trust me, you've done well to have agreed to spending Christmas at my house...and I promise, you aren't leaving this city untouched." West Coast was where you find the boys that bring the fun, according to my best friend, Sonia. I only agreed to spending Christmas at her place because she had been asking since the start of the year. Aside from that, she would taunt me non-stop for still being a virgin at 20. Nothing about s*x interests me. It is true I haven't had my first s*x yet. I mean, you have to be interested to even do it, right? Well, I'm in for it this time, see what Sonia's Christmas fun plan was about.

the previously smiling Pancho's knees were shaking because of Saint's fear. Who wouldn't be afraid of his appearance now? I thought he was hiding his left eye because he had a scar there oh whatever but I was wrong. I did not expect what I saw. Saint has different eye colors in each eye. His right eye is brown while his left eye is red. I can't explain why his other eye is red. "Oh? I thought you were Hellion?" Saint asked with a smile and I was immediately horrified, I'm not used to seeing his face without any cover. But even so...he became more handsome.