Saint X Book Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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.

"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.”

She forced her gaze away, begging not to see. The blurred pain was almost a sick reward, a medal men twice my age wouldn't be able to carry. I looked back to my father, who was grinning slyly, chuckling as he clapped with everyone else. I blinked down at my hand, letting a small smirk appear. I am Lorenzo Romano, and I am the fucking devil.

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

What have I done to all these people? He was more terrifying than all the people that had ever tried to kill me. Way more terrifying. He smiled again, and his handsome face looked like a reflection of Satan. “Oh, pardon me. I have not introduced myself. My name is Saint. Due to a woman’s generosity, I just got out of jail, and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun together.” His horrifying words kept echoing in my mind… until I surrendered to the drug, and my eyes slid shut.

" It's fine. I can't concentrate with you by my side anyway. Your scent keeps tantalizing my senses. How about I take you around the library? Should you around? '' I couldn't speak for sometime. Words clogging up to my throat endlessly. I could only stare up at Theo dumbfounded. He just tells me the truth without breaking any sweat. He is so straightforward. He had confessed he couldn't concentrate with me beside him. Isn't that sweet? The squeeze from Theo pulled me back to reality and I cough a little before pulling my hand away from him when the warmth from his palm keeps teasing me. " I.. uh.. I do not want to look around. You can tell me instead about the library " " It's built by a man

His gaze pinned me in place. "I could choose the cross," he said, his head tilting slightly toward the massive X. "Or the bed. Or even the cage. One day, you'll get acquainted with all of them." His voice was ice, "But this is your first time. So I'll choose the softest. Just by way of introduction." My chest heaved. "Softest?" I repeated, almost choking on the word, daring to find relief. Saint smirked like he was in on a joke I didn't understand. His hand lifted, brushing his knuckles down my cheek, "Let's go, baby. I'm starving."