Saint X Book 소설 & 이야기

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.”

Saint asks. “Probably, buddy,” I say dryly, “It is cursed silver after all.” “Shit. I didn’t think about it that way when I promised Lex,” he grumbles. “Saint, it’s too late now. We just need you to concentrate, alright? See how many people are here? You want them to think you’re weak?” There is a moment of silence before he huffs at me. I feel his strength bolster as I let myself look at Kas and Amari, “Let’s do it.”

I used a small bit of magic to summon one of my books, my mates hissing at me as it caused my Heat to flare and I groaned, grabbing my stomach as it crackled painfully. Xavier's eyes flashed with anger, "Tiny." I leaned against Theo, settling my breathing and opened the book. "It was in my altar room. You know you can't go in there." Gabriel cleared his throat. "Ouch, darling. I'm right here." I gave him a scowl. "Shut up." He smirked but let me read for a few moments. "What is that book?" Xavier asked, ducking to try and see the nameless cover.

Two, because I had no idea what type of man Saint was in bed. “Alright, that's enough. I want to use the restroom, follow me." Sasha stood up and dragged Kayla with her. As they walked farther away, I could hear Sasha still berating her. I cleared my throat, raising my hand up to fan my flaming cheeks. Thanks to Kayla's words, a permanent scene had formed in my head. One of Saint being unrestrained and wild. My lips parted as I imagined him pressing my face to the bed, dominating me as he pounded me from the back. His fingers clenched around my hair as he whispered dirty words in my ears.

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.

The man who used to worship you was long gone. "Good night." With that quiet farewell, I turned toward the door. Behind me, her voice cracked into fury. "Enough, Sebastian! What do you even want from me? What else do you expect me to do? You want me, a woman, to beg you for this?" A goddess begging a mortal? I never imagined it. "Of course not," I said, glancing over my shoulder. "You're the untouchable Saintess. I'm just a man, far too low to reach you."

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.

"Are you drunk, Saint? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" "Hey! You bastard! He is talking to... " Saint didn't let him finish before grabbing the boy's throat, squeezing life out of him. He clawed at his hand desperately but Saint didn't budge while his eyes were on Nicholas. The rest of the goons stood in defense but no one dared to touch him. "Let me repeat myself." Saint's voice thundered. "You will apologise to Gabrielle. Now." Gabrielle rushed to his side, trying to free the almost dead boy from his grip. "You're going to kill him. Saint, please...stop. They don't need to apologise."

"Come on, Bowen. Don't let a little pampered bitch out-drink you. Next bottle? I really don't want to remember tonight, ever." Blue eyes speckled with dark flecks locked with mine across the makeshift table. The male's hair shone in the fire's light, and the way he watched me felt as if he was accessing every dark sin I'd ever committed. This male didn't just look at you; he gazed into your soul, slowly picking it apart while you stood there, helpless to look away. His mouth curved into a soft smile, and his gaze released mine as if he hadn't just fucking dissected me like some wild animal. "This is Xavier. Xariana is his daughter," Saint stated, nodding toward the woman and the older gentle

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”