Novel & Cerita Tears Of The Saints By Leeland

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u

“How could she be dead? It was just medicine texts. Aithne went through them loads of times and nothing ever happened…” But I wouldn’t answer him anymore. Once upon a time, I would have wiped away his tears. But now, I could no longer touch them. And I didn’t want to, either. His tears had come far too late. Several elders flew over in no time. By then, Parents were crying so hard that they couldn't breathe properly—Mother had even fainted. The head priestess saw the scene and her face twisted with shock and blazing fury. Only Aithne stood to the side, fists clenched, her expression truly terrifying.

" Pastor Gabriel and Brooklyn knelt at the altar, then they started praying, asking the Lord to teach Brooklyn how to forgive and to be healed completely. After the prayer, Brooklyn took a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders finally giving way as she wiped the tears from her face. She looked at Pastor Gabriel and whispered, “Thank you, Pastor Gabriel, for a powerful prayer. I will forgive him not because he deserves it, but because I refuse to let his lies define who I am anymore. I will also let go of the anger, even though I still have to fight for my freedom.” Pastor Gabriel smiled and said, “May the good Lord bless you, my child. May He give you strength to face every storm in your

Blood slid down my temple, darkening the carpet. Rosalind stood backlit in the doorway, the love bite on her collarbone burning my eyes like a branded mark of shame.

THE END (only for now) *** [Author's note We did it. ✨ No Saints Here (Lustful Chapters) is officially complete, a whole journey, and every bit of it shared with you. I just want to say thank you. Truly. To every reader who stayed, who loved each chapter, who spent their time and hard-earned money turning every page, I am deeply grateful. Your support means everything to me, and this book wouldn’t have come this far without you. But this isn’t the end… not even close.

She decided to clean him up a bit, she enters the toilet and take a bowl with water, and added a drop of Dettol to it, she approach Jack and start to clean him when she reach her chest, she keeps staring non stop, and got carried away by the moment, she remembers the kiss and feels like she should kiss him right away again, she didn't know when her mouth started driving towards Jacks own, Their mouth was closed and only an half inch left for her to keep her mouth in his, suddenly the doors open Tbc

This move put him on the spot, and he was powerless to do anything about it. "Since Mr. Wolley feels this way, I certainly can't let him down." Amelia strode up to the auction table and took the Stellar Tears out of the acrylic box. "As far as I know, Stellar Tears is a work by Lamar, and it's one of a kind." Amelia held up the Stellar Tears. "But... there's no signature from Lamar on the bottom at all." Upon hearing this, Geoffrey slumped into his chair. Everything had been going according to plan; he only needed to wait for the payments to be completed before leaving.

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.