To Hell With Being A Saint Novels & Stories

“ I actually do not have much to say but I think that you should never open your mouth and say a word whenever that I am talking and stop it with the Saint talk because you can never be a saint and I hate it when you try to act like one , it just gets on my nerves the more and I know that you know it , so shut it . I love the fact that you are so bold with it , but I think that it’s the most sickening thing that I had ever heard or thought of . If I were you , I would be thinking of ways to wipe her off and remembering that the Saint attitude was never going to help no matter how much I tried . Acting like a saint isn’t going to be of any use to any of us , so that act can end now and I hope

“If you disappear, the city will burn. Your enemies will circle. Your allies will fracture. That is the reality of the throne you built. It doesn’t stop spinning because you’re tired.” “I’m not tired,” I said quietly. “I’m finished.” His brows rose. “Finished?” I turned my gaze to him. “I promised her I’d change. That I’d be more than this. And I meant it.” Lucio let out a sharp laugh, not out of humor but disbelief. “You can’t just walk away, Saint. You are this world. You cut your teeth on it, built it with your bare hands. Men follow you because you are the storm. What happens when the storm goes quiet?”

Despite the cool temperature of the room, I felt suffocated, the heat pooling in my lower pantie making it impossible to ignore his presence. He was right, I had lost my freedom the day I decided to sell my soul to this monster. He had killed the angel in me and made me his own little devil. Accepting Luciano and everything he did was dangerous, like signing my name on a contract to burn in hell for eternity. He was the demon that tortured me, the reason I was living in this gilded cage. I crossed my arms, my patience wearing thin. "Luciano, listen. I have to go. I'm sure my sister and Ava are worried about me. And you still haven't given me my phone since I got here."

He admits that he is a coward, that he is afraid of tomorrow, afraid of a time when he will be forced to surrender before he can defend himself, to return bathed in the shame of loss that will be put around his neck as an eternal collar, a sign that surrenders carry for life, a collar tattooed around their necks carried by many of them They lose their respect and the chance to get out of that pit of murder, crime and slavery and live a life together and start a family. In such circumstances the male has to choose between losing himself to Satan or losing himself to King Hardin, and Jayden chose to lose himself to Satan rather than surrender to Hardin, the king nicknamed (Washer of Blood), be

“This place? This is where the artefact fused with me. Where the Ghost was born. Where I became more than a man… and less.” Riven felt the artefact pulse in his chest, reacting violently. “You used it. It destroyed everything.” Saint’s expression hardened. “No. They destroyed everything. The council. The city. The ones who wanted power without consequence.” His eyes locked onto Riven. “I tried to end it.” “And failed,” Riven snapped. Saint nodded once. “Yes. Because I hesitated. Because I loved my brothers. Because I believed there was another way.” The road split suddenly, fissures ripping through the asphalt as memories poured out—Saint standing in fire, Saint screaming orders, Saint holdi

He saw how scared I am so he look away to gulped down, trying to keep calm. " Don't ever go through hell to please me again " " Theo " " I mean it " He shut me up firmly that I gulped down hard. He let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. " Don't put yourself at risk anymore. It's distasteful to me. Disgusting " He look away from my eyes and I saw him setting his jaw. A sober expression replaced the anger on his face. " That is how mother died. She would worry about me all day while neglecting her health and self "

Why the Hell is he referring to Saint in the third person? “I don’t have lice!” Saint snarls at the man shoving him into the broken slate again. “So you’re just mangey and uncouth. Wonderful.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re worried about the wrong thing, you dolt. Keep going until Iokaste dies. Then we’ll all be stuck here together for eternity. And I promise, if she dies because of you, spending eternity with me will be a living Hell for you.” “Saint, get back so I can mindlink everyone.” I try to convince him. “If he’s telling the truth, let’s hear him out. If not, I’ll let you have at him.”

When he looked at the furthest end of the cathedral's compound, he saw cotton packed in worn out sacks and nearby a cotton farm was a tractor which was used for farming. "At this premise we live like brothers," the priest announced using a microphone, "we don't have to use our guns to harm each other but to fight our enemies and those machines. Right now we have no place to take our produces to because the old shop is no more. We should be looking to the solution to our problems and not fighting each other." The whole crowd listened attentively to their priest, but the man who had fired stood up and left without saying a word, from his looks you could tell that he didn't concure with what th

Once she realized I knew, she dropped the act. "Let me explain. Julian has cancer, and this was his dying wish. We've known each other for so many years, and I couldn't just let him die with regrets. You understand that, don't you?" She kept getting more confident and righteous, as if she were doing something noble. I'd be a complete asshole for not understanding. I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. It was the first time I'd heard someone describe cheating as noble and virtuous. I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?"

I hate saints, because of the suffering and denial they go through just to be self-righteous. Chasing dreams and ideologies that one man dreamed and woke up claiming they are true. The were no miracles in my life, why would I even believe there were any, especially when God deserted me at the times when I needed him the most.