The Saintess Has A Showdown Novels & Stories

They had done what no army, no weapon, no magic could achieve: they had turned love into the ultimate weapon, a force that annihilated evil itself. Jaiyana allowed herself a moment to breathe, feeling the dawn warmth on her skin and the fierce heartbeat of her companion beneath her. This was the crescendo she had fought for, the final victory she had earned. The morning light glinted off the Chakram, Vajra Spear, Trident, and her pendant, a signal to the world: the goddess and her tiger were unstoppable.

I had just realize that I was no longer dealing with issues of myself but something bigger than that, there was the prenuptial agreement that I am still to figure, then this unknown woman called Sabrina and now this too. I know that I was strong and could handle it, I just needed to find someone who would help put the puzzle pieces for me together, someone who knows both Laura and Carlos’ relationship perfectly and then I will use it against them…… a minion was who I was searching for. As I could no longer sleep, I decided to take a self-tour around the mansion to see if I could find something useful for myself as I stepped out of my room I noticed how awfully quiet it was.

She had changed, from worst to best. As I took a deep breath, watching Marcus heading towards the same direction as hers, my phone rang again. Since I couldn't reach the outer world, it surprised me. When I pressed my phone on my ear, Carl's voice came, " Master. Something serious has happened. A girl appeared here, claiming that she is your Mate and... The Saintess of Moon Goddess who can heal the broken soul. It's chaotic. We need you right now!"

Reyes—24, dirty white tank stuck to perfect tits, tiny jean shorts so short the pockets showed more, long legs, black hair messy on top. She leaned on a flat-black ’69 Charger at the edge of the pit, arms under her chest pushing tits up like a gift, eyes on the fight like it was sex. Everyone knew the rule: Winner takes anything—or anyone—in the circle. And Lula stood right in the middle. Dax took Saint down—hard hits on the ground, fists smashing head, blood flying like red jewels in the light. Saint tried to move, couldn’t, took an elbow to the head that knocked him out cold.