The Six Deaths Of The Saint Novels & Stories

"Really? You don't know anything, Mr. Saint? No worries, I will tell everyone about it." Evan then faced the entire members present there and enunciated, "The previous head was killed by Hong Clan, not Christian's. Moreover, Christian's parents were murdered on the same day, that too by Hong Clan. The Hong Clan wanted us two to fight so that they can step over us." He resumed, "And the most shocking fact is our dear clan member Mr. Saint knew about all these. Hah! he even joined hands with them to kill me." The hall turned to pin-drop silence at his words. Everyone's mouth gaped while looking at Saint with interrogative eyes.

I couldn’t help but ask. “Not a single word, Jackie,” Saint answered tightly. “He stormed right in and began to rain punches on me. I didn’t even have the chance to fathom what was going on, and the next thing I knew was that I was succumbing to darkness and unconsciousness. I honestly thought I had died, Jackie,” Saint stated. His lips trembled, but I doubted that it had anything to do with fear. “If it wasn’t for that whore, I would have died,” Saint continued. “Keith left me to die after spitting right in the middle of my battered and bleeding face,” he added.

"Is there any other cure? Apart from the one Saint bragged about?" "No. None." He coughed again, wet and raw, and it left a streak of blood at the corner of his mouth. My stomach dropped, bile rising. I wiped it away with my sleeve, choking back the panic. “I’ll find a way,” I whispered, even though I didn’t know how. “I don’t care what it takes. You’re not dying.” He gave a broken laugh that turned into another cough. “Saint is the only one who can undo what he did, baby. And that bastard’s got less than two days to save me. Otherwise…” His breath hitched, eyes fluttering. “…otherwise you’ll be burying me.”

I dealt her another blow, adding, "I've already received 60 million dollars since I've given birth to the baby." Upon hearing that, Julie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she nearly collapsed from the shock. She then steadied herself, pointed at me, and snapped, "You're truly despicable, Queenie! You actually sold your body and integrity for 60 million dollars! You're no better than a beast! "I don't believe for a second that Connor was drugged! I bet you planned this whole thing!" I was so furious that I couldn't help but let out an exasperated laugh, but before I could even say anything, Connor intervened, frowning as he stepped in front of me.

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

“You have spirit. Just like your brother. He thought he could dance between fire too. But in the end, fire always wins.” Terror coils in my stomach, but I don’t look away. “You killed him.” Vincent’s eyes glint. “And Saint let me.” The words land like a gunshot. Before I can speak, the door slams open again. Saint. His eyes find Vincent first, then me, then the photo trembling in my hands. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes burn with something feral. “Get away from her,” he growls. Vincent’s smile widens. “Ah. My son. Always too late.”

He was as good as dead to me. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I don't understand you, Saint. You don't even sound so sure yourself." CJ said to him, his tone getting a little loud. "It's because of her, isn't it?" He asked. Her? Me? They were referring to me? Saint was silent. I felt my heart thump against my chest and the excitement I had earlier on drained out slowly. "First you put your life in danger to save her at the previous party. Then you even got shot in her stead. Why're you even risking your life for someone related to a traitor and our enemy?"

Taichu whispered to Marius, “Why aren’t they coming over? Do they want to die?” Marius knew how bad the situation was, but before he could say anything, James unleashed a lightsaber and pierced the body of one of the Spiritual Saints. Boom! The Spiritual Saint exploded, and his flesh and blood splattered everywhere. The other Spiritual Saints watched the gruesome scene in fear. Marius shouted, “He asked you to come over! Do you all want to die?”

She hated being the villain, especially to them. “Don’t hurt her Rosa, please” she heard santo plead. His eyes were already tearful. She can’t remember the last time she saw santo shed a tear. The last time was when his mother died. “You should have thought of that before coming empty-handed. Where’s enzo?” Silvio said, her eyes scanning Rico and Santo. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Santo said, his eyes flashing confusion with a mixture of fury. It didn’t make sense to him. His father told him she was killed along with her husband

The Southlands priest once prophesied that the Duke of Winslet's house would produce a Saintess who could command every beast alive. I'd hidden the golden serpent mark on my wrist since childhood, but my cousin, Rose Winslet, flaunted a poisonous snake coiled around hers every day. When the marriage decree came, she got exactly what she wanted: the Crown Prince. I was given to the Seventh Prince instead, a man with two ruined legs whom the entire court despised. For six years after that, I trained hawks to carry messages and drove wolves through enemy lines, and it was my hands that put him on the throne. The day he was crowned, I told him, overjoyed, that I was the true beast-commandin