Saint X Book Novels & Stories

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

I'm sure Xander would be surprised to see me here. "I think that's them, let's bring these out." I nodded excitedly. She came out first with the plate containing cookies and cupcakes. I was already smiling while following her. That's why I was stunned to see who was next to Xander and talking to him with a smile. Wearing a dirty white v-neck shirt, faded jeans, and black boots covered with dirt is Santi. He’s sitting on the single sofa. My hands trembled when his gaze met mine. His grin also gradually dissolved and he stared at me seriously. I quickly looked away and turned to Xander. He has that worried look on his face. I smiled at him though.

I was having a migraine thinking about all of these, so I had to go grab some medicine and a glass of water from the kitchen. By the time I went back to my room, my fingers shivering slightly beside me, I discovered my phone had been ringing - two missed calls from Sonia and one from Professor Hilton. My stomach sank. Just then, a message popped up the screen of my phone, causing me to jerk from shock. THIS IS AN INVITATION TO WATCH A LIFE S*X. IT PROMISES TO BE HEALTHY, ENGAGING, AND GET YOUR PANTS WET. TAP IN TO ACCEPT.

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.

Book 1 - I'm A Curse. Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside her was slowly breaking, piece by piece. Then one night, he came home drunk—worse than usual. Careless. And that was the night everything changed. He'd fucked my sister without a condom and just a few weeks later, April found out she was pregnant. Before we could even begin to understand what that meant, fate twisted the knife one more time. Our stepfather died in a car accident, leaving behind a mess he’d never have to face. A month later after his death, my sister went into labor. I remember holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay—even though I didn’t believe it myself. I remember the screams. The

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

"Does this feel like a dream?" ​Elenor felt the warmth beneath the skin that was usually cold. The gentle heartbeat was incredibly grounding. "No. It’s too real to be a dream." ​"Then stop being afraid," Killian whispered, kissing her forehead. "I’ve prepared for everything. I won’t let you go again." ​"Do you know? A Saintess cannot die unless she desires it with her whole heart. That is why I kept coming back, even after trying to end it so many times."

Then why the hell did her silence feel like someone had pressed a blade to his chest? It had to be because he hadn’t finished. He hadn’t fucked her yet. That’s why. That had to be it. Not because he cared. Not because he gave a damn. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, damp and disheveled. His gaze swept the room until it landed on her satchel. He pulled it closer, flipping open the flap. The first thing inside was a worn Bible, its cover creased and faded, pages thinned from too much reading. He scoffed. “You need a new one, sweetheart.” He tossed it aside and rummaged deeper.