To Hell With Being A Saint Novels & Stories

“Kill you? No, fancy girl… your body still interests me. And do you think I’d give you that easy way out? I’m bad, but I’m not stupid.” He stood up, his expression hardening. “You’re so rotten that even the devil wouldn’t want you in hell. People like you have to suffer—and suffer a lot.” Isabela closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears. “I’m already suffering…” “Suffering?” He stepped closer again, his voice low and venomous. “You think everything you did would just go away? No, my girl… up here, there’s law. And you know what it is? A pregnant woman is sacred. Like Mary, the mother of Jesus. That’s why she became a saint. And you… you messed with a pregnant woman. That’s unforgivable.”

Saint isn't trying to intimidate me, he’s trying to educate me. "I don't want to dismantle him," my voice drops, the admission slipping out quietly. "I just want him to acknowledge that I’m a person, not a package." Saint studies my face for a long moment, reading the tension in my jaw and the fading bruises around my eye. "Stop wasting your time, Oliver," he murmurs softly. "You’re looking for warmth from a man who was forged in ice. It’s a good way to get frostbite. He’s good at his job, that’s all you really need from us."

that Melisa mentioned, but I felt I needed to say few words loudly to myself standing in front of the mirror, just to acknowledge them. “Ana, You are not a saint nor martyr. Before you think of someone else's feelings, think of your own! You don't have to be good to others all the time, be good to yourself first! You don't want to hurt? Don't let others hurt you, it's ok to fight back!” I gave myself a motivational pep talk.

KEITH “Why would he kill himself?” I asked Saint. Michael was young and timid, and from the few times I had an encounter with him, he seemed reserved. It just didn’t add up that he would commit suicide. “This is why I said that they are not saints,” Saint said. “You have no idea what I get to deal with handling those bunch of lads,” he added.

“what happened to the man I once loved?, you don't look at me anymore, you don't touch me you can't even make love to me anymore” “Why do you look at me with so much hatred?”. “Because you're barren ivy” he shouted “ Five years with you but it just feels like I am not a man and not even someone to call me dad”. “You understand now right?That is why I hate you. who knows maybe Laura will make me a proud father”. My tears couldn't stop flowing at that point I cried even more loud. He stared at me for a while crying and he didn't say a word. Rather he tried to start the car so that we could start going, but the car didn't respond and looked as if it was defaulted.

I know that one more second with him there would have been the breaking point of my resolve. There I was, thinking that having him pretend that everything was perfect with us would be best because my parents were there. But standing there watching him act as if he had never said those cruel words to me days ago, act like he never wanted any bad for me, it carved a new wound inside my heart. How could he be so perfect with what he was doing? One time he was dangerous around me, and now he is all sweet, speaking like a saint right from heaven all because my parents were here now?

"He has killed lots of other people—" "You have too." "With reason," he added. "But then again, I never claimed to be a good man." He shrugged. I shrugged as well, knowing it was true. "Love fucks a person up. And if didn't love you, rest assured you probably wouldn't be alive right now. He would've killed you himself. He doesn't give a shit about others except for him and unfortunately for him, you." Then, he cleared his throat and tried to mimic me. "Oh, no. Romano, open your eyes. Please. Don't die on me. I won't forgive myself. Stay alive so we can get married and gave babies."

Was the homeless guy talking about me? “I’ll make your biggest wish come true.” Santa’s voice echoes in my head over and over again, and I realize that my frown turned into a smile when my face started to hurt, and my entire skin turned into goosebumps when I involuntarily looked up at the sky, and for the first time in my life, I actually felt that someone is up there, watching me... an angel... a wizard... damn me if I have an idea, but there is something, someone... and the feeling is one that can’t be described in words.

she began softly, “I don’t know if you’ve already reincarnated by now. Please don’t be angry at me for being selfish—trading my soul for seven days just to settle things. “For so long, I envied others for having parents who loved them, but not anymore. I had Uncle Lucas. He cared for me, protected me, and gave me all the love in the world. And I—I fell in love with him, despite everything. “But now, I see that my existence has only ever been a burden to him. He’ll have a new family someday, and I’ll always be the outsider. From the beginning to the end, I am destined to be alone. “Life here... it’s not so good. I’ve decided that I won’t come back in my next life. I don’t regret my choice, bu

"For a moment, I thought you were the one disappearing. Christo. I thought my heart would stop." I allowed my lips to curve, a ghost of a smile. "It's only a friend's departure, Julian. Why such violence of reaction?" He pulled back, his hands framing my face, his thumbs digging into my cheekbones with desperate pressure. "You know the blood laws," he said, his voice dropping to that register that meant he was invoking the ancient codes. "No Marconi may leave the Five Boroughs without the Don's blessing. The family has enemies in every port—Colombians in Miami, Bratva in Brighton Beach. If I set foot beyond the tunnels, I'm a dead man. And you..." His eyes darkened, terrified.