To Hell With Being A Saint Novels & Stories

I dug my nails into my palm to hide my fear and panic, and it was all because of the comments that appeared on the screen just then. "Ah, the female lead was so busy being a saint again that she even dared to bring home three fugitives wanted for murder." "Yeah. She and Violet will be paying for it tonight." "Poor Violet. I feel so sorry for her." "My poor Violet! I had just started liking her, but now, I have to watch her suffer like this." "I know, right? Scarlet invited them back for dinner out of the kindness of her heart, but they went ahead and forced themselves on poor Violet instead! What jerks! Get the hell out of that place!"

Lucas screehed. Saint shrieked, "Lucas!" But Lucas was not going to listen to his pal, his wolf, Saint, "I don't care, Saint! How much more of my life is left for her to aggravate huh? My life itself is a penalty charge. Back to back, I am awarded her so-called f*cking torcher and high degree punishments! Do you think she or her punishment scares me? People regard me as a devil but she is the real devil who has turned my happy life into a living hell whose scorching heat burns my life every f*cking day! You know right, my life span has been cut short! I hardly have any years to survive and she wants to turn them into hell as well!!! Did she ever have mercy on me?! Hell No! Still I worshipped

“He told everyone you’re just having a breakdown. That it’s the stress and the devil getting to you. I’m praying for you, Eden. Please come to Sunday service. Let God heal this.” Eden stared at the message. The nerve of someone who once hugged her through gritted teeth now pretending to mourn her choices. She didn’t respond. She deleted it. Then she slid her sunglasses on, shut the trunk, and climbed behind the wheel. The ignition turned, and music picked up right where she left it—this time, something instrumental, slow and unfamiliar. She didn’t change it. The silence between lyrics felt like room to breathe. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was running.

Saint had just stepped into the house, his lips curled into a wicked smirk as he surveyed the crowd of wealthy businessmen and influential figures. He hated this. Seeing so many people honoring Victoria infuriated him. ‘This was the legacy he wanted to build for himself.’ Even though he was a billionaire, he was still far from where he should be. And now, with Victoria gone, things were finally moving in his favor. His hands clenched into fists as his mind raced with possibilities. “You know you shouldn’t stress yourself, Saint. Remember the doctor’s warning,” Ciara’s voice purred as she intertwined her arm with his, feigning concern.

My daughter. My body abruptly straightened as I felt someone entering the tower...the footsteps on stairs, the air suddenly reeking of filthy sweat. Disgusting. I hate this man. But sadly, can never show my hatred. Why the hell I decided to become a priest again? If only I weren't, I could at least punch that man in the face.

To the man, Dagon was only a mere ant. ‘Zayn Larson, you b*stard, you shouldn’t exist in this world. As a disgrace to the organization, you should’ve lived in pain and suffering all your life and died pathetically when The Saint kindly spared your life back then. Yet, you became a master fighter and live in comfort and pleasure. This is sacrilege to the organization! ‘Lysithea, you b*tch, how dare you feign compliance to The Saint’s order? You’re dead.

he elbowed my sides which made me flinch and groan loudly. “ We look like Santa,” I replied in an agitated voice. “ But Santa is good, Don’t you agree Anaya?” Dante responded and Anaya nodded quickly. “ Santa is a clown,..” “ Shush, Mom, Santa will hear you and there will be no Christmas gift for you,” She responded. I groaned loudly, I loved walking with them but they always battled me, they looked like each others apprentices, and I loved it, very much no matter how much I pretended not to.

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

I try to squirm free from his tight hold, but I’m nowhere near able to fight with this man with the drugs running through my veins. "Get off me, you fucker!" I tried to push that man away, but with my current condition, my strength fell short. "Get away from me!" I shouted this time, thinking that someone would listen to my pleas. A lone drop of tears fell from my eyes, thinking that this was the end. Why does this always happen to me? Why is God so cruel to me? If it were not for the drugs, I would probably go into a panic attack again right now. I prayed inside that someone, anyone, would save me from this disgusting person.

How was it possible to love two men? She knew other people would never understand. Nick and Gabriel would be reviled, their career would be ruined, they would make no more money, and before long they would hate her because even though they had dumped her, they would not get their career back. They would be photographed in the Sunday papers looking old with rounded shoulders and with huge beards while wearing old charity shop anoraks and holding Spar carrier bags containing cans of Strongbow and the headline would be 'Guess Who This Is?'