Saint X Book Novels & Stories

Austin's head tilted at an angle that made my stomach clench, the movement too fluid, too wrong for a body that should have been governed by bone and tendon. He lifted his hand, and the charm dangling from his wrist swung like a pendulum, dripping crimson into the black water below. Each drop sent ripples across the obsidian surface, and with every ripple, the dead boy's face in the pool seemed to smile wider. "The Saintess offers peace," Austin said, and his lips moved around words that did not belong to him, syllables that crawled into my ears like insects burrowing through wet soil. "She offers a place where the story ends as written. No more glitches. No more revenants rewriting what sho

Harper really needed to steal clothes from her father's beta for Saint. "It's kind of you to gift me with these," Saint said. "How can I repay your kindness?" Harper blushed while wrapping herself up in a towel. Her heart was still racing from how Saint had looked at her. "I don't need anything in return from you..." "How about I join you in the shower?" Saint's voice sounded innocent, but he was definitely up to no good. "I could give you a nice backrub as a token of my gratitude." "Absolutely not!" Harper's heart pounded at the idea of being naked with Saint underneath the showerhead. Suddenly, her head spun with so many dirty images she could hardly stand upright. "I will get into the sho

Saint had stated, bringing instant hatred and anger to my chest. “You know all you need to know about Von Quavo,” I had responded, knowing full well that he wasn’t referring to Von Quavo. “I was talking about Edward Zachary,” Saint had corrected, pronouncing the name as though he was acquainted with it. I had almost forgotten that Saint might be a nuisance and a spendthrift, but he had very sharp ears that could catch names and conversations easily. “He is not my father,” I had countered angrily. “What’s the story behind it?” Saint had asked.

He remembered bodies in shallow graves and promises made to ghosts. Ashley had walked away from all that; he’d let her, thinking distance would protect her. Now, has distance betrayed her?. A figure slid into the booth across from him. Santiago Vega—Santi to everyone but his mother—wore a crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves, revealing a jagged scar down his forearm. His dark eyes flicked to the phone, then back to Marco. “Lost her?” Marco didn’t answer. Santi poured himself a shot from Marco’s bottle, uninvited. “GPS doesn’t just vanish. Someone killed the signal.”

, her voice growled like a tiger. I feel anxious and terrified but that was a long time ago. I don't care if my dad had a huge debt to them. It's time to reveal what kind of a businessman Mr. Sherlock is. I just keep my mouth shut to protect my father and our family's reputation but maybe it's time for me to be a man. It's time for me to stand on my own. I will not let anyone dictate to me what to do. For Lucy and our son Austin, I will end their miseries and Eloisa's wrongdoings.

My heart pounded, the mafia loan shark are here. It's either they here for the money or to end my miserable life. God I'm a sinner, what would I tell my God when I meet him. would I even meet my God? I sold myself out. I wipe away the tears falling freely from my cheeks, even with a tremble fingers I took the courage to open the door and peek out. "Oh there you are my shugaplum debtor" Tony the leader of the gang and an assh*le spit out when he saw me.

I was in the middle of eating when I heard Saint's voice. "What you saw earlier was a Lost Soul. Their aura is dark because they have been in the world for so long. But not everyone is like that, others are coloured and they are those souls who need the help of someone like you but it is persecution for us. " I did not fully understand what he was saying because I almost choked on panic. Saint just came down from upstairs. As usual, he is still in black but this time he's not using his pandora hat. "Fuck! You scared me!" After drinking the water I shouted it. He just smirked that made me want to glare at him.

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.

Star whined like kid while he clicked his tongue. "My first expression of you was, you are very innocent." "I am...... really I am innocent. Come on, why can't you believe me." Star shouted but Xavier ignored her and entered the bathroom to finish his bath. ............... Let me tell you something about the characters. As Xavier is alone in a room since a long time so he is pure from inside and has kind heart. He thinks humans are weak and kind. But Star, as an orphan, knows how to survive in this cruel world. She looks innocent but she is evil from inside. ...............

Saint’s low growl rumbles the room. “Saint, it’s just me. Relax.” I roll my eyes while I lean Bronx’s head onto my shoulder and slide his underwear on. “If you could help me get him dressed, that would be nice.” There’s a pause. I sense Saint coming forward with a raspy groan. His gravely voice murmurs in my ear. “He’s happy for you.” “What about you?” I ask while Saint uses my body to support Bronx’s weight. “I’m fucking drunk.” He leans back on the bed when the shorts are in place. “The pup changes everything.”