To Hell With Being A Saint Novels & Stories

After seeing her own father murdered by a cultist sect inside her own home, Lariel teams up with her newest colleague and savior, the wizard Eric, to get revenge. However, things are worse than she thinks: these men want to revive the ancient Empress of Hell, and unless they do something, they may succeed.

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

I've been dating the country's most eligible bachelor for two years. My base salary is $2 million, with bonuses based on performance. Holding hands costs $10,000, putting an arm around his waist is $20,000, and a kiss on the lips is a bit pricier at $50,000. As for certain bedroom activities, well, those come with a whole different price tag. Brad is fair-skinned and handsome, appearing only once a month – he's practically a walking Tiffany's diamond. Life is so sweet, it's easy to get complacent if you're not careful. One night, a DM popped up on Instagram from a stranger. "If you trust me, check your boyfriend's phone." "?" "I'm his girlfriend." "Am I the third party or are you the third party?" "You're third, I'm fourth." "Let's meet and talk details."

My husband, Theodore, was about to take his childhood sweetheart, Rosalie, around the world in a hot-air balloon when I was kidnapped by his enemy. They were about to throw me into a snake pit. I gave up asking Theodore for help and called my father-in-law instead. In my previous life, I begged Theodore to save me, even kneeling in front of the phone camera. Hence, he abandoned the hot-air balloon ride with Rosalie and rushed to negotiate with the kidnapper. Rosalie was all alone and angry. She took another hot-air balloon, but it exploded mid-way, causing her to die on the spot without even leaving behind an intact corpse. Hearing the bad news, Theodore showed a rare calm expression. He seemed to forget about Rosalie's existence and took me on a trip around the world. As we were sailing in Norwol, he suddenly pushed me into the sea. "I should never have saved you. Snake pit? Kidnapper? How could they have had the courage to push you into it? I should've never saved you if I knew it'd kill Rosalie. You should go to hell sooner!" When I opened my eyes again, I had come back to the day I was kidnapped. This time, I chose not to call for help. Humble love would only leave you bruised and battered.

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

Behind the four walls of French college nothing is saint or pure. Students in this prestigious college all hail from their respective wealthy background. Their parents are all the most powerful and wealthiest. By luck, Sara was enrolled in this college thanks to her filthy wealthy step father. She had thought all that was said about the college are Truth but no! It wasn't.

Forbidden romance, age gap, religious guilt, obsessive/possessive MMC, manipulation, stalking tendencies, explicit sexual content, emotional trauma, toxic relationships, violence, threats, alcohol abuse, and themes of shame and obsession. ******************************* She almost died the night she met him. Once upon a time, Penelope Green lived for chaos—liquor burning down her throat, flashing club lights, and nights she could barely remember. But after surviving a horrific car accident that should have killed her, she gave her life to God instead. Now twenty-three, Penelope spends her days hidden behind church walls, caring for abandoned children and trying to bury the woman she used to be. Then Dr. Miguel Ramirez returns. Forty-three. Brilliant trauma surgeon, and divorced. Miguel has never believed in salvation. Not after betrayal hollowed him out and left him incapable of love. But the moment he dragged Penelope from the wreckage of her burning car, something inside him snapped. She became his obsession. And Miguel Ramirez always gets what he wants. When fate and manipulation forces Penelope to travel alone with him to Oakridge, temptation begins to unravel every vow she’s made. The longer they stay trapped together beneath the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the hunger growing between them. Because Miguel doesn’t touch her like a holy man would. He touches her like sin itself. But forbidden desires come with consequences, and when their secret affair is exposed, Penelope is forced to choose between the life she promised as a nun… and the man willing to destroy everything to keep her.

She has given up on love. He has given up on life. But everything changed when their worlds collide. Yet, theirs is not your typical love story. They had the right love, question is, is it a wrong time?

Marry me” Steven replied immediately. Yan’s eyes widened and she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “ Is this guy serious or what? What does he take me for, a slave?” She thought sending daggers at him. “ I know I accept any type of job but I won’t just marry whomever I come across. Am not stupid” Yan snapped. “ You have only 2 choice, first, marry me” Steven said. “ And the second?” Yan asked. “ Marry me” Steven replied making Yan scoff. “ And what’s the difference in the two choices?” Yan asked. “The difference is that there are no difference” Steven replied. Steven Zhichoa Liu popularly know as Mr Liu, I'd the CEO of Liu industry, the top best cartoonist industry in China. Everyone referred him as the Cold, Bossy, Arrogant and domineering CEO who likes being alone. He crosses part with Yan Yunqi, a college student who is also a cartoonist. Meeting each other for the first time, both of them are unhappy to see each other. But what happens when both of them got tied up in a contractual marriage? Will they be able to let go of their difference and let love blossom in their hearts? You won't wanna miss out!

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.