Saints Sword Novels & Stories

"Watch her, brat, and don't let her out of your sight. If you lose her, I'll kill you instead." The other men didn't seem to think much about this young man and kept ordering him around. Meanwhile, I realized that he was the only one who didn't look at me lustfully or maliciously. "Dustin Lively," I said, precisely calling him by his name. Dustin was stunned. He looked at me guardedly and asked, "How did you know my name?" Of course it was because I could read the live comments on the screen! As it turned out, Dustin was supposed to be the original main protagonist of the movie. He would later go on to found and manage the base at the Northern Pole.

His danger wasn’t cruel. A shadow fell across the bar. Another man approached, taller, broader, his beard thick and his smile sharp as a blade. His vest bore the same patch as Blake’s, though I didn’t dare look too close at what it meant. “Well, well,” the man drawled, eyes sliding over me in a way that made my stomach clench. “Didn’t know you were bringing strays, Blake.” The word stray hit like a slap. Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame pricking beneath my skin.

His voice in my ear, his hands on my face, his tongue welding with mine… caressing, kneading, exploring, kissing just about every entry point in my body… His big hands were on my breasts, touching, squeezing, teasing my nipples… Clack! The sound startled me out of my lurid thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw that my rosary had fallen from my wrist to the ground, giving me a rude awakening. My heart raced as I faced the choice to heed God’s warning by picking up my prayer bead or take my hands off my breasts as they held on for dear pleasure. “You’re a saint,” I said softly, addressing no one but myself, “you’re a saint.” I repeated the words over and over until I fought my animal urge to rub