The Hidden Saintess Spoiler Novels & Stories

Brody complains, "And when was the last time you even said hi to my mom or aunt Talia or Aunt Gertrude? You stop being so mean and stop leaving the group chat as soon as I add you." "No." "Add me," I say. Saint starts growling low on his throat. I put a hand on his leg and ignore it. At this point, I'm more than used to his growling tendencies, "I'll respond and read the important messages to Saint. They know about me already, dont they? Or are you hiding me, asshole?" "I'm hiding myself from those people," Saint responds, placing a hand over mine just out of habit, not to remove it. That's cute, "I haven't said anything to them in years, but I'm sure my mom already told half of Akino."

Joy filled her heart knowing she triumphed over her enemies. “Now you'll know who is the best woman,” she said sternly and took a sip of wine. Her celebration was abruptly interrupted when Stacey's servants informed her of an unexpected visitor. “Bring her in,” Stacey remarked as she awaited her visitor. A devious smirk played upon her lips as the woman entered the room, appearing visibly nervous in the presence of the notorious Stacey. It was none other than Chloe, the unwitting accomplice who had unknowingly aided her in snatching Alana's secret works.

"Including Kurt Kenton, sir?" I nodded. "They'll find out at the right time. As of now, I'd suggest we keep this a secret. The secret about the prodigal daughter who faked her own death, took her child from her husband and fled to a foreign country with no intention of coming back, leaving everyone devasted, sad and angry." He swallowed. He hadn't expected that. So did I. The words just came out of my mouth on its own accord. "Yes sir." ~Mirabelle~

“I killed the rogue, Celeste.” “Oh.” “A person. She was a person. They always shift back when they die.” A sinking feeling gathered in my gut. “Who?” “Celeste–” “It was someone we know. Wasn't it?” He nodded. “Celeste, it was Sabrina.” I leaned back in my seat. I didn’t know what to do, what to say. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen her at the party all night. I ran into her friends, but not her. “Oh my God,” I said. “Is that what Seth’s doing? Hiding the body?”

It was her! Serena... Or rather… Selena. For a heartbeat, time itself seemed to stop. The café noise faded into a distant blur. His pulse slowed, heavy and uneven, until it felt like his chest might collapse under the weight of disbelief. "Where did you get this?" he finally asked with his voice low and tight. "It wasn’t taken for you," the man replied calmly. "Someone was digging into Martin Serpentine’s past, trying to find leverage. They believed this woman was his secret wife. But after checking, she wasn’t."

“You’ve seen this family’s darkest secret. You weren’t supposed to. Now, we have no choice.” No choice? My breath hitched. Was he going to kill me? My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear myself think. He dragged me toward the far side of the estate, toward what looked like an ancient stone courtyard hidden behind thick hedges. The air was cold, thick with dread. A few silent men stood like statues, and at his command, they tied my hands tightly to a wooden pole. “Please,” I begged, gasping as the rope bit into my wrists. “Don’t do this. I swear I won’t tell anyone. I didn’t mean to see anything.”

She felt that she had become the weakest and stupidest woman today. How could she not? A hidden marriage that was not recorded by the state clearly made her position even more cornered. What could Feby do? “I'll leave Haikal and Kayla, ma'am. I'm going to the bank first. Maybe there I can find out the number of res or his messenger who can be contacted.” Just as Feby was about to take a step, her mother gently grabbed her arm. Then advised, “Remember, Feb. You have to prepare yourself for the worst.”

"We are the 'Interest.' We are the biological accumulation of three hundred years of Saint power. Panni wiped the ledger, but she didn't realize the ink was our blood. We are the new Board. And Grace is the First Chairperson." From the cellar stairs, Panni heard everything. She realized then that the "Hidden Identity" wasn't something they could shed. The Saint's power wasn't a gift; it was a frequency. And as long as she and Grace were alive, they were the broadcast towers for this new, terrifying religion of the "Interest." She looked at Grace, who was staring at the cellar door, her own eyes beginning to glow with a faint blue light. "They're calling me, Mama," Grace whispered. "They say

Bullets smacked the water as we tore away, spray soaking us. Flames turned Pier 19 into hell behind us, the skyline lit orange. Thomas laughed, coughing smoke. “Holy shit. We did it.” I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed locked on the burning pier. Because in the fire, I didn’t just see victory. I saw Sicily’s smile. And I knew this was only Act One. A/N: AND THIS IS THE END OF IT.... AND IF I SORT OF GET REQUEST TO CREATE THE HIDDEN RIVAL II THEN I DEFINITELY WOULD.... HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK ... MARRIED TO THE DEVILS SON 😉.

Clean removal of all evidence she carried. The name at the top of the document was Stella. I read it three more times. Each time, the words settled deeper into my chest until they reached a place that hadn't been touched in years. A place I had locked shut after the funeral, after the mourning period ended, after everyone told us to be strong and move forward and honor her memory by living our lives. Our mother didn't die in a random rogue attack. She died because she found something she wasn't supposed to find, and the people responsible for the worst atrocities in supernatural history decided she needed to be silenced before she could expose them.