Saintess Novels & Stories

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

She was selected from all families in the Ancient Martial Realm through an extremely rigorous process. Though Morris hadn't been aware of the details of the selection process, he had been certain that the one chosen as the Saintess was the most talented virgin among the young. After being selected as the Saintess, she had to remain a virgin before reaching the age of 26. Should she lose her virginity before that, not only would her cultivation be greatly weakened, but it might also provoke the wrath of the gods. When Sean had first heard of it, he had doubted the existence of gods and failed to understand why it was necessary fo

But as we stood on the precipice of a new war, I chose to fight the first battle on my home turf: the canvas. ==== The Grand Galerie was a cathedral of glass and white marble, a space designed to make art feel like a religious experience. Tonight, it wasn’t just a gallery; it was a fortress. The elite critics from London, Paris, and New York were huddled in small, hushed circles, their voices a low hum of anticipation. For five years, I had been the “Madwoman of Aethelgard.” Tonight, the invitation carried only one name, embossed in gold against cream cardstock: VICTORIA VERMON.

I shut down the laptop. Those romantic stories Hera recounted were true, but Edmund was not the one who had done those things. "It was me. I was the one who did all of that for you!" I croaked, my voice cracking, speaking to no one in particular. The Saintess was not without feeling. She longed for romance, joy, and little surprises. She craved love. She was simply as distant and cold as a statue of the holiest goddess when she was with me. She remembered everything I had done for her. All of it. But she preferred to pretend another man had done them.

The only person to treat me like an actual human being since I got here. “Not to bother you or anything, but I have a favor to ask. If that’s not too much trouble.” Something about her cheery nature reminded me of Bella. I nodded, “You stood up for me back there. Ask anything and I’ll do it.” “Can you sign your pictures for me? I bought all the magazines you featured in. But…not in a creepy stalker way. Like I said before, I’m a big fan.” Looked like everybody in Salvatore’s household had a thing for stalking me, including the man himself.

"Yes, Saintess. That's the name Hwata used." The ladies behind her all looked perplexed, not sure why their Saintess was somehow interested in Caleb. Naturally, the Saintess in question was Tia Newar, the Saintess of the Hundred Flowers Sect. There was a twitch in her pupils when she heard that it really was Caleb, her crystalline gaze gleaming with mixed feelings. Caleb Crawford… Hmph! 'Kicking my rear and slapping me in the eastern lands… Now that you're here, I'll show you!'

Victoria died with hatred in her heart—slaughtered by the very family she once trusted, her inheritance stolen, her daughter condemned to a cruel fate, and her name dragged through the dirt. In her final moments, she made a vow… If she ever had another chance, she would destroy them all. When she opens her eyes again, Victoria finds herself ten years in the past—back to the moment where everything first went wrong. Back to the house that broke her. Back to the people who ruined her life. But this time, she isn’t the naïve, obedient girl they once controlled.

“I want a divorce.” After five years of betrayal, control, and abuse, Samantha Cole finally walks away from her husband—only to realize freedom isn’t that simple. Desperate and out of options, Samantha turns to the last man she ever thought she’d face again—Zephyr Lloyd. The powerful Alpha who once rejected her… and her ex-husband's dangerously untouchable billionaire uncle.