The Saintess Has A Showdown Novels & Stories

Ransom looked at me over by the door. Kiema turned, noticed me for the first time. She blew me a kiss before shifting to look at Ransom again. "We've recruited some help," Saint said. "And it's already in motion. All you need to do is eat some breakfast and get ready for a showdown." Kiema gulped down her coffee. I winced. Nothing like a scalded throat in the morning. "I'm ready." Her voice was a little raspy. "I said breakfast, not boiling hot coffee," Saint said, resting his hands on her shoulders.

Deciding she was done entertaining Mike, she ducked beneath his sword and swiped his feet out from under him, quickly bringing the edge of her sword beneath his chin. Oh, how satisfying it would be to put a little weight on the blade. Seeing the look in her eyes, Mike’s own widened. He knew the thirst for blood when he saw it and Star had that look as she stared down at him. Slow clapping sounded from the entrance of the gym, “You’ve got some moves, now let’s see you test them against a real opponent.” Stone drew another sword from the collection and smirked in her direction. “Stone. She’s tired, perhaps another day.” Mike scrambled up from the floor and smoothed out his clothes.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

They pause and stare at her. "You mean the fair skinned goddess?" They chorus and Stacey rolls her eyes. "Yeah... that one" She says and drops the glass of water back on the table. Zoey slides her food away and dabs at her mouth with a napkin. "Well.... just a little. Selene has got this enthralling smile and damn it Stace, she's got the perfect hourglass figure... plus she's the richest bitch here" Zoey tells her and Stacey nods.

Before he can strike again, I thrust my hips up and drive my elbow into his face, knocking him off me. The other two are already rising. I relocate my jaw with a sharp jerk and stagger back. My hands shake. My strength drains fast. My body isn’t used to this. My stamina is failing fast. My vision blurs. I trip on the stones and hit the ground hard. Without hesitation they leap. And right before my eyes they explode in flames. Flames? My mind grows hazy. Purple and neon green flames tear through them, holy fire ripping their bodies apart. What? As darkness pulls me under, a tall figure steps into my fading vision.

"Heh...if you were dead, I wouldn't be here, Saintess. The Saint Pendant protected your soul and brought your consciousness here. Your body is still lying on the operating table, but you'll be fine. From now on, this Saint Dimension will be your training field." "Training field? Training for what?" "Saintess, you were a healer in your previous life. Although you could treat minor ailments and disinfect wounds, one shortcoming of yours was your weakness in poison study and treating major diseases." "Disease...Poison..." "I know what you're thinking. As a Saintess, you've always strived to treat the illness of the heart, body, and nature. But you've never tried to study poison or treat poison

" Ladia was lost in thought. It didn't matter whether the association was planning anything or not. Despite the association's emergence as a threat, the ultimate adversary remained unchanged. The Demons. The worst disaster that was predestined to occur in the future. … "I appreciate it." I stretched out my newly grown arm, which had been a few weeks in the making. My curiosity grew as the person in front of me only nodded. The desire to peer beneath the hood that obscured her entire face, not even her eyes. I was not even allowed to hear her voice. The Holy Church's Saintess. Her entire body was covered in robe, which was pure white with golden lining on the edges. Her hands were also gloved

Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like. Seth smiled and decided to stand up. “È la vostra scelta. Hai già ricevuto il mio ultimo avvertimento, Don Basco (It’s your choice. You’ve already received my final warning, Don Basco),” he said with a warning. “Enjoy your coffee.” He added with meaning before starting to walk away. Don Basco smiles, believing he has won over Seth— to the Corpuz Famiglia at the time. However, after a few steps, Seth looked into his watch and began to count.

he started. "You see Faye, I have plans of ruling all three packs, and you two are in the way of that happening." All three plans? I gasped. "Does that mean—"I started on a dry throat, suddenly thirsty for water. I felt Nathan try to get closer to me but the one they called Vera held out a hand. "You'd best remain where you are, Black Saint. We're not done talking." She came to me and held a knife to my throat, to warn Nathan off.

I sit up and realize her legs are still draped over mine. "Really good!" She sits up and stretches. I see the top buttons of her shirt have come undone. I turn my head with a gulp. My movement makes her look down and gasp. Seeing she's almost exposed, she instinctively turns toward me for protection and presses her body against me to hide. The Goddess is testing me for sure. “Fail the test! Fail the test!" Saint chants in my mind as he tries to push his way to the front. “Kas, I told you I would control myself. If I'm going to keep that promise, I need to get up and go get a cold shower right now. This was only our first night together. I don't want to press my luck.”