Saviour Complex Novels & Stories

I spat, my voice trembling. Silas leaned in, voice low and lethal. “You were never meant to be theirs. Never meant to be with Luciano. You were mine from the start. So, the sooner you say what you know about your damn father, the better! Or are you just a stupid doppelganger?” My stomach churned. Fear and Horror clawed at me. Will I really get saved this time? Can I escape this time? The answer was far from me…

"We found chat records showing that you contacted organ traffickers and planned to sell Evan's organs." My breathing stopped. Hannah instinctively pulled me behind her and stepped forward. She stared straight into the man's eyes. "Is this what you call protecting him?" Jack looked completely indifferent. "Who cares? He's my son. If I want to sell his organs, I'll sell his organs." After saying that, he rolled his eyes. A hint of insanity appeared in them. "But he really is a freak. He can transfer things through the air. "This ability should have been mine. If I had this power, I would've already won back all my money at the casino! Why would I have to let debt collectors break two of my rib

Sophia was practically sobbing now. "Ma'am! The hospital just called the house. They confirmed there was industrial cleaner mixed into the medication! “Nova wasn't lying! She was trying to save Leo!" Mom’s voice went dead. "Say that again." "I grabbed the wrong bottle!" Sophia cried. "I took it from the chemical closet this morning. “Nova smelled the danger and that’s why she poured it down the sink!" Over the phone, the distinct sound of something heavy crashing to the floor echoed through the receiver.

His voice was a low, dirty whisper. "Don't thank me yet, little freak. I didn't save you out of kindness. I saved you because I own you. Both of you. And my property never leaves my sight." My relief curdled into ice in my stomach. He was a savior, but he was also a jailer. "I don't want to be owned," I whispered, tears falling.

Sasha started once they were alone, “I was thinking maybe you and I could go for that drink we missed out on yesterday.” He sighed. “Look, Sasha. I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m not interested in anything more than this acquisition. That’s what I came here for, that’s what I dragged my assistant here for, and that’s the only kind of relationship I’m interested in. A professional one. Okay?” Sasha’s jaw clenched. “You just spent an hour playing footsie with me.” “No, I spent an hour trying to keep my damn feet away from you. I don’t know where you got the impression that I’m interested in anything like that, but I’m not.”

Designs for the Sanguine Clock. "Our ancestors knew better." His voice dropped to a whisper. "They did not build the Ouroboros to serve a Savior. Neither will we bow down to one. We are the saviors of mankind. We stand above them. We will prove that by reaching divinity. We will become immortals. We will be the gods of the earth." He leaned in close. His breath smelled of stale wine. "They spent hundreds of years designing the Sanguine Machine for a single purpose: to reach immortality." He gripped her shoulder.

I blamed her ex and I was determined to pull her out of whatever sadness she felt. Now I'm realizing that she was most likely the problem. She fucking had me in the palm of her hand. I'm realizing now that a lot of the reason I stayed was because of the savior complex. My irresistible need to be needed, to be the one who saves the day. To be the one who protects. But it ended up being toxic because I stayed for the wrong reason. The sex was good, she was gorgeous and I liked being in a relationship. It seemed to ease the ache of loneliness that threatened to consume me.

The key was to play the weak little victim, have Kai rescue me, and then let the real game begin. Men like him—they thrive on this hero complex. The “I’m the big, bad protector” fantasy. They like the idea of saving someone, like some ancient tale where the hero wins the girl’s heart by slaying dragons and looking broody in the moonlight. Well, guess what, Kai? I’m no damsel. But you? You’ll be begging me to let you think I need you. And once I’ve got you wrapped around my finger? The fun really starts.

she revealed to me. "Who is this savior and why does it depend on him?" I asked the goddess. "I can not reveal the identity of your saviour. It depends on this savior of yours because he has to get to you on time, to help you fight against Sabrina. This savior is very strong and has a great chance to destroy that witch, because the savior is also like Sabrina." "Okay but does this savior of mine have any idea that he or she is assigned to save me?" I asked her.

Do we freely give a compliment And acknowledge efforts made? Or do our own quite fragile egos Make us feel far too afraid? Have we tried to overcome our pride And forgive another's wrongs? Or do we cling to hurt and anger And carry grudges far too long? Do we share our blessings willingly With those who are in need? Or do we hoard our own good fortune Out of selfishness and greed? It's the people all around us Who make us who we are. It is they who save our erring souls And fill our lonely hearts.